If my recent behavior is any indication, then Baby C should be here any minute -- and seeing as I am now 38 weeks along, I suppose he could be.
(Before you congratulate me, let me tell you I'm being completely sarcastic and facetious--G wasn't born until two days after her due date, and since I'm pretty sure my doctors are three days off on my May 1st due date, I don't think there's a chance we'll be seeing Baby C until Mother's Day weekend.)
For the past week, G has been with my parents in Ohio. 
Instead of using the time to relax and rejuvenate before delivery, to put my feet up to alleviate the massive swelling that's taken over my ankles and turned them into cankles, to read a good book, I put the pedal to the metal.
I spent the time nesting.
I wish I could tell you my nesting has been worthwhile. I wish I could tell you I now have fresh linens on all the beds, Baby C's room in order or even a yummy dinner in the freezer for after he arrives and we're living off Ramen noodles because no one has enough energy to cook.
But again, nope. I wasted all that energy and productivity doing the following:
-Taking down every piece of drapery in the house and washing it; they didn't look dirty, they didn't even smell dirty... but they were bugging me.
-Removing--and vacuuming--all the couch cushions from their casings. Unlike the drapes, the couch cushions did smell; although, cleaning them with a vacuum didn't exactly eradicate the odor.
-Scrubbing the baseboards with distilled white vinegar and water (at least I was eco-friendly!!!). The floor? Oh, that's still disgusting. But did you see my baseboards? They are sparkling!
-Putting the same 40 cloth diaper inserts through the wash on the "uber-hot" cycle five times. This was actually a productive task, because you have to pre-wash those inserts to maximize their absorbency. Although, to maximize the efficiency of this project, I probably should have run the diapers and the drapes in the same load.
Yes, I am Big Bird, and I am officially nesting.
Oh, mama ... did I nest! I was up on the top of a ladder at 9 months pregnant, balancing precariously, painting the dining room walls when Chris came in from mowing the lawn. I thought he was going to have a heart attack! For whatever reason, all I wanted to do was PAINT when I was pregnant. We painted the guest room, the bathroom, the hallway, and the dining room ... and N turned out just fine. :)
But, seriously, you SHOULD put your feet up. :)
Wow! You are ambitious! Nesting must have been in the air this weekend. I started boxing, trashing, etc now that we accept we are done ttc.
I'm not proud about this, but I became obsessed with my husband's unmatched socks. I spent a few days trying to find mates for all of them.
I'm jealous of your ability to get it all done. Will you come to my house and nest for me? And it pains me to admit this, but I know exactly what you mean about the drapes bugging you. Good luck preparing for your little man!
I definitely have a date with our baseboards. The only other time I gave them much attention was at the end of my first pregnancy! I've been obsessed with lists lately and everything must be crossed off before the little one arrives. I can't believe how close you are to meeting your son!