Well, we got our stimulus check yesterday, so I finally ordered the last of what I want/need for baby: a wrap, a pod (mostly for DS1), and a smaller bodied MT (I already have a toddler-sized MT, a RS, and a pouch). Also ordered a Nekkie Blankie

Got some Gripe Water & Rescue Remedy from the health food store. (And Dr. B's peppermint bar soap, mmm smells soooooooooooooooooooooooo good)
Paid some bills in the hot weather, w/ DS1 on my back for a good 30-40 minutes. I tried to go pretty early, but you pretty much have to do 4-5am here if you want "cool" weather, and by cool, I mean 80s. It's been a little cooler though so I didn't fall out on the pavement or anything today

The car seat came yesterday (YAY!!!!). I needed to sign for it, and I pulled up at home just as the UPS truck was pulling away, with a sticker on my store. I parked, left the car running, and took of SPRINTING down the street. Luckily she had a package for 3 doors down so I didn't have to sprint far. She said, "Lord, girl, I didn't know you was about to pop and drop! I'll bring it back down to ya!"

so YAY, it's HERE, and INSTALLED.
Finally got a pair of scissors to cut the cord... I had everything but that, hehehe... and a scale (which I'm pissed about... I weigh 155 when I'm in my bathroom, but 177 in my kitchen... SAME tile!). And a blender, since no one would let us borrow theirs (understandably... placenta smoothies

).
So between that and super-nesting, I've been having occasional contractions.
GMIL is coming today, and she'll be moving in soon. She was originally going to move in at 36 weeks and stay until babe came, but I told her no, I need to nest, etc... she said ok. Well, she put her house up for sale, and no one (incl her) thought it would sell, and it sold today. So quite literally, she's homeless (she was expecting at least a few months to prepare). She has a place lined up (actually 2 possibilities) but they're not quite ready for her yet. And she's very medical-minded, was just starting to get OK with HB w/ a MW... saying "I'll just stay until the midwife gets there so I know you're in good hands." Well, we're UCing. And I don't want her freaking out and calling 911. So MIL to the rescue... she's going to come and send her away, saying "This is just early labor, you don't call the midwife until XYZ and she's not there yet, but I'm here and you can GO."

Hopefully that'll turn out okay. Or hopefully if it's at night she won't wake up (she sleeps on an insane amount of medication, lol).
Anyway, I'm ready. I'm tired. I'm sore. After the UPS truck sprint I am SO SO SO SO SO sore, I feel like I got run over BY the UPS truck! And yet I can't stop nesting, LOL. So, back to cleaning, and then lunch. I'm starving!