Time and time again

At some point in the past 2 weeks time officially sped up and it has me a little annoyed.
We have been going at a reasonable tack, getting ourselves and the house ready for the impending arrival of our baby. But it has become very clear to me of late that we still have at least 173 things left to do, and only 3 months to do them in.
Or, 97 days.
Or, 14 weekends.
And that's only if the kid comes when he's expected.
Now, there was a time in my life - my sans fetus life to be exact - that 3 months felt like all the time in the world.
But given the fact that I have NO IDEA what having a baby in our house is going to do to our lives, I have to plan for us to check everything off our freakishly long list - so we don't have to deal with it after the baby is already here. I.e. plan for the worst case scenario.
Because - that is what I do.
I plan for the lamest, shittiest, most annoying situation. Mostly to annoy the piss out of my husband - the eternal optimist. But also because I like it better when I'm pleasantly surprised if things work out better than expected.
So I suppose in a case like this, the worst case situation would be that all we'll be capable of doing for a while is making sure the baby is fed and cleaned and loved. And if there IS any free time, that will be spent sleeping or eating.
Which doesn't leave much room for taking care of all the things we didn't get around to before the baby was born.
Like gutting the nursery so we can insulate the walls and hang sheetrock that doesn't look like it was hung by a contractor with only 3 fingers on each hand.
Or remodel the bathroom so we no longer have to avoid touching the walls in the shower because they are so disgusting and filthy from years of poor maintenance they are probably more petri dish than tile and grout at this point.
I can't even wrap my head around buying nursery furniture right now given there is NO nursery ready to set the furniture up in.
And then...and THEN...an order of books I placed from Amazon.com came last night. And I near about shoved them back in the mailbox.
Read?
I don't have time to read!
What the hell was I thinking when I ordered these books? Apparently I was playing a practical joke on myself when I ordered them.
Although I NEED to read them.
Being that they're all about birthing and taking care of an infant and all.
One might like to know what exactly to expect about the whole labor and delivery process.
Especially if one is going to have a baby IN 3 MONTHS.
And despite all this crap and worry that's going through my head, I'm fully enjoying the whole experience.
Something tells me that in a very short amount of time I'm going to look back on this time as the "quiet part of our lives".

Loose criteria

“I really liked this doula – I feel a lot more at ease about this whole ‘giving birth’ thing I’m supposed to do in 3 months after having just met her.”

“Yea? Well that’s good.”

“Did you like her?”

“Yea sure.”

“No really, did you? Enough to spend possibly 30 hours with her?”

“The woman comes equipped with an iPod docking station with speakers. She passed any criteria I had when she told us that.”

“Slut.”