Panic? *UPDATED*

I'm officially in panic mode.

I have a week until my due date. ONE WEEK.

I feel like I have a billion things to get ready, and I only have a week. (Well...maybe. We'll see...)

My craft blog and Esty page are really starting to take off, and I feel like I need to be a crafting maniac so that I can keep up with it.

School...Ick. You know. The dreaded "H" word is always lurking.

All things baby related...I've washed all of her clothes, but they are just sitting in baskets in her room right now because I have yet to sum up the motivation to put all 200 pieces away. I still need to put together the rest of my hospital bag. (I know, I'm terrible, I don't even have that completely ready. *SIGH*)

Laundry in general...I decided last week that I was going to stay on top of my laundry, which I essentially have. Except I haven't folded any of it.....It's all sitting by the dryer in a basket.

Then there is work. Ohhhh work. I really shouldn't be worried about it, because I think that my co-workers will be able to handle things while I'm gone. But I am genuinely worried about them. REALLY, I am. Payroll is kind of an important thing. Employees like to be paid on time. Insurance Administration is kind of an important thing. Especially when we are approaching the end of the year, and the company is about to do it's insurance renewal. UGH.  Let's just say there are about a million things in this category that need to be done before I can be gone from work. Oh me, Oh my.

I need a new camera. Need to find one ASAP. The one we have works, and that's it. It just works. Half of the time the pictures are extremely blurry.

ONE WEEK!

One week really feels like an eternity at the same thing though...as far as the condition my body is in. This weekend I took full advantage of my husband being home. "Can you get my phone for me?", "Can you get me a glass of water?" "Can you...." Getting up and down, especially from off of our cushy couch, is SO hard. It takes so much effort just to get in an upright position. It's awkward. Getting out of bed is even more difficult, and even more terrible, because I have to pee like 20 times every night.

I'm really not THAT lazy though. We actually did a significant amount of yard work this weekend. Mostly getting everything ready for fall. We clean out the flower beds, raked leaves, mowed the lawn, then re-mowed/bagged it, because the grass was so long that the clippings were making the grass die. Fun. I got significantly creep out by the giant cedar tree (the one with the cat-spider living in it), because as I was cleaning out the flower bed, I could hear something stirring in it. I hate that tree. It's like a breeding ground for all things creepy.

Back to how my body feels, all of that lawn mowing...my hips paid for it. Tremendously. I think I've mentioned before that my hips are completely out of whack. Doing anything more than a few miles of walking nearly makes them fall out of their sockets.

Anyway.

I'm just rambling now, and I clearly have things to do.

Tah tah!

*UPDATE*

Laundry. DONE!
Hospital bag. DONE! --with the exception of my camara...but oh well.
Homework. DONE! --now I just need to get a week or two ahead. :D