Nesting

I've been obsessed with cleaning the damn windows. I thought that it was the woman that did the nesting thing?
I had been waking up in the night and thinking about how I am going to take the windows apart and clean them.
Anyway, finally I got to live my dream and clean the windows yesterday.
Becuase I wouldn't want the Captain to come home and notice that the windows were dirty...I know I'm crazy!!!
Poor Sara has patiently humoured me while I got it all out of my system.

Now I am like a cat on a hot tin roof. I'm jitterish over every move she makes. "Don't take that empty cup of coffee into the kitchen, that could very well bring on labour don't you know.."
All I do at work is sit and worry about what she is doing.
I cant concentrate.
I wish she wouldn't wear flipflops. She could slip and fall.
I'm 28 minutes from home in good traffic.
I still haven't put the baby seat into the Hummer.
I haven't picked out the clothes I am going to wear to the hospital with her.
I want to cry all the time.
I cant believe this is happening.
I love him so much.
I love her so much.
I cant believe there was a time I didn't want this.
I'm so scared.
I'm crying now.
I'm going to be a father in two days.
God...I hope I can do this.