It's actually really fun getting everything ready but I find myself having to take more breaks and do a little stretchy action every so often. I guess that's just part of carrying a big ol' basketball under your shirt. I suppose it's a pretty good excuse to sit back with a nice cold cup of water and watch a good lookin' man sweat it out. Thank you Lord for my fine husband (with a headlamp on his head as he works. He never takes it off.)
Meanwhile, I must go back and continue cleaning. The counters must be bleached, the ceiling must be dusted, all c.d.'s must be alphabetized....the baby is coming, the baby is coming!