It keeps occurring to me when doing every little thing that it very well might be the "last" time I'll do it before having the baby. And nothing important, stupid stuff like the last time I fill up the car with gas, the last time I scrub the bathtub, the last big grocery store trip, or the last time I use a flat iron on my hair (I only do that every 3-4 days). So dumb! 
Also, I can't stop making lists of little tasks I hope/"need" to get accomplished as I'm waiting for labor, even organizing them into high energy jobs for when I'm really feeling motivated and sit-down jobs for when I'm not. Again, nothing important (says my rational mind!), just stuff like repair some wallpaper seams in the master bathroom that have been peeling forever. It's not as if the world stops spinning when this baby comes or birth will render me permanently disabled or something, for crying out loud, and my husband will be home from work for three weeks after that, anyway (in other words, HE can do these things!). But there's still this sense of urgency to get all these little things done NOW, and get them done RIGHT!
Blah.
Also, I can't stop making lists of little tasks I hope/"need" to get accomplished as I'm waiting for labor, even organizing them into high energy jobs for when I'm really feeling motivated and sit-down jobs for when I'm not. Again, nothing important (says my rational mind!), just stuff like repair some wallpaper seams in the master bathroom that have been peeling forever. It's not as if the world stops spinning when this baby comes or birth will render me permanently disabled or something, for crying out loud, and my husband will be home from work for three weeks after that, anyway (in other words, HE can do these things!). But there's still this sense of urgency to get all these little things done NOW, and get them done RIGHT!
Blah.
I almost wish we still had it.
