Wait. What?

On the trip back from St. Louis yesterday, I was reading some of the expecting moms message boards. Specifically, I was reading the July 2011 board-- where all moms are due in July. Since I'm not due until the 30th, the majority of the things the moms post about don't quite apply to me yet so when someone posted about the third trimester, I thought, "Well, I guess that will be coming up in the next few weeks."

This morning I pulled up my app and saw this:

To say I was feeling a little panicked is an understatement.

And then I was talking to Jodie about it this morning and she said, "Just wait until you get to 90 days left. I don't know why but that was when the pressure was really on for me. How many days do you have left?"

I pull up the app. "13 weeks. So that's...." and we were both doing the math in our heads, "91 days!"  So according to Jodie, tomorrow is the day that I'm supposed to start stressing.

We got the furniture last weekend and I'm painting this weekend. We've started some of the work around the house (David accomplished a ton of stuff this week while I was gone!)  and I have a guy coming this week to give me an estimate on all my other "projects."

I feel like I should make some kind of work breakdown structure or a gantt chart or something. That might be a little over the top but it would sure make me feel better.