Nearing the home stretch

Thirty-three weeks and counting. Leah's arrival grows closer each day. Knowing that, Scott and I are diligently finalizing our preparations. So far, so good. The nursery is basically done (once the quilt is hung, I'll post pictures); I've submitted the paperwork to renew my teaching license; and we're making decisions regarding big but necessary purchases (both our vehicles need new tires).

The next items on our list? Contacting human resources and finding a pediatrician. Oh, and of course I have to finish writing lesson plans for my sub. Actually, the plans are written; now I just have to compile the necessary copies for my eleventh graders. (Not sure if I'll have a chance to get to that this week, though, due to exams. Still, at least the plans are written.)

Next weekend will be a busy one for us; the birthing class is all day on Saturday, and the hospital tour is Sunday evening. Though we could have registered for classes in February, I didn't want to risk Leah arriving pre-class. So... that left this coming weekend. I'm sure it'll be interesting... not necessarily because of the information (though it will be helpful), but because of my husband. Seriously, people. You know what a character he is. Now just picture him at a birthing class. Need I say more?

Leah seems to be making preparations, too. She's been moving more and more lately, which is absolutely fine with me. (Scott can attest to that; if Leah's moving while we're relaxing on the couch, I tell him, "Give me your hand. She's moving again!") Of course, with all that moving, I tend to rest my hands on my stomach, regardless of whether I'm home or at work. Now I see why most pregnant women enjoy the belly shelf. I'm sure I'll miss these moments once she arrives... but then again, I'll be so happy to have her HERE.

People are regularly asking how I'm feeling, and to be honest, I still feel really good (despite a lingering cold). The only real difference is that I am feeling a bit more tired in the evenings; I get home from work, and I just want to rest. Lately, I've been tired enough to go to bed early (around 8)... but I stay up to 10. Go figure. I just don't want to give in to an early bedtime. (No, I don't have a good reason why. )You'd think I'd take a cue from my body and rest NOW while I CAN, especially since sleep won't be so easy to come by once Leah's here.

Speaking of bed... looks like I should head that way... after I take care of a few more things from my list.