ah yes, who's next... (RavenMoon, I sure hope it's you - 42 weeks??? You strong woman, you...)
Serenity, I know exactly what you mean by the hormonal stuff - I totally lost my marbles at DH and DSD last night, for no particularly good reason, and after blowing up at them and then sobbing for a while and then apologizing profusely, I realized I had just experienced the equivalent of a really, really bad case of PMS. Until then, I hadn't had any serious mood swings for quite a while - despite the constant aches and pains, throwing up every morning, restless nights, and worrying about every little twinge, I've been in good spirits throughout this trimester. Not now. I'm done glowing, dammit...
And the "nursery" is all but finished - I gotta say, DH (with a bit of help from my mom and dad) did an amazing job of transforming a dark, dingy 6 x 7 foot closet into a wonderful little space, with frog borders and a small fish tank and shelves and repainted crib and dresser. He even built a changing attachment for the crib that folds down from the wall. I'm just about done with my sewing spree; I just have to finish up the quilt and then I'll have completed the whole linens side of things. And we got more than enough baby clothes from DH's sister, and picked up some essentials at last Saturday's shower, too. We just need to rig up a bedside sleeping arrangement (bassinet? combo thingie? basket?) and we'll be set.
So, come forth, Lazarus! Okay, I'm jumping the gun and should give the little guy a few more weeks of belly bliss... if it could possibly be blissful being cramped up in the belly of his cranky, barfing, shuffling, moaning, rolling-over-fifteen-times-a-night mama.
Okay, enough outta me. Hang in there, almost-there-mamas! And Staley and Fiber, I hope your boys are doing great (and that you are, too)!