Stressed to the MAX!

Warning: You may need a nerve pill to get through this post!

We finally got moved into the new house last Saturday. Yea!! It is a complete disaster. So much to do and so little time! I would post pictures of said disaster but I have no clue where the camera is. We got our bedroom somewhat together, the nursery painted and flooring down. We have managed to unpack all the the necessary items we need to actually live there but it is still a mess. Now we just have all the random stuff left. Like, the "why are we keeping this again?" stuff. I swear we have a billion lunch boxes, koozies, vases, and bags. (I really need to get a hold on this bag addiction I have. Seriously.) At one point I started a "Yard Sale Pile" of random stuff but now I'm just throwing it away. Who knows when I will even have time to have a yard sale again. I will eventually but who knows how long it will be and I can't live with all this crap until then. Its seriously stressing me out.

My mom asked me yesterday how many bottles I have and what all I think I need that I didn't get. All I could say is "I have no clue what I have" and that is because I truly don't know. After every shower I just left all the gifts in the bags and boxes they came in because I knew we were going to move it all. And besides that I had no where to put anything anyway. So, the only preparation I have done for Reagan is help paint and put down flooring. She has no furniture put together. She has a bunch of stuff but I have no clue where it all is or what she even has. Or doesn't have. I have a car seat but it's not installed and my car needs to be cleaned out before I have that done. I guess we need to put the other base in Zac's truck too and it also needs to be cleaned.

I read online yesterday that I should have my bag packed for the hospital at 35 weeks. Oops. I have no idea what to even put in a bag for the hospital but I've got plenty of bags to put stuff in. I did find a hospital bag check list online today and now I'm stressed about all the stuff I still need to get to even put in the freakin bag. I have no nursing bras or tank tops, no night gown or PJs. I mean how am I supposed to know what I am going to feel like wearing in the hospital anyway. I don't know if I'll be hot or cold or if I want just pajama pants and a tshirt or a gown with a robe. I have no clue! Do I want something cute or do I just want to be comfortable? Do I really want to go out and buy something else with all the other stuff I have to get? Geez! I guess I'll just take some PJ capri pants and a tank top. Hopefully that will work. If not, somebody will have to go by my house and get me something else.

I'm beginning to think this whole moving thing should have happened a month or so ago. The dogs need a fence. The house needs to be organized and cleaned. Reagan's room and all her stuff needs to be put together and organized. There is still patching, painting, and repairing, carpet that needs to be pulled up, flooring that needs to be put down, furniture that needs putting back together and put up. Where are we going to put this and where are we going to put that? How should we do this how should we do that? Uhhh! And I am freakin exhausted!! There is no way I will ever get all this stuff done. Fortunately, I have a great family that has been there to help me so far. My parents have been there almost everyday since we moved and my sisters have come by when they get a chance. Oh and did I mention that last Friday we had a death in the family. So that on top of all this is really really stressing me. I'm surprised I haven't gone into labor already. But I don't have time to have a baby yet! I've still got a million things left to do before she gets here!

I start my weekly OB visits next week. Yea! I guess that means we are getting close. Starting to get a little nervous too.