Yikes!

The other night I had quite a few Braxton contractions for about an hour. And then I woke up at 3 with achy, achy legs. I laid there for about an hour imagining what we would actually do if labor started (never, never!) earlier than my due date. I so hate the thought of long, empty, boring post-due date days of waiting that I have scheduled everything in my life against it:

-a student mini-recital planned for April 18
-a defense planned for April 27
-our birthing class on April 17
-our nursery update planned for the week of the 21st ish
-a mother/child swim class that I signed Heidi and me up for during the month of April
-and several Sundays of Church piano playing, in addition to my usual studio hours)
-a garden to be mulched and planted also during the week of the21st?

I liked the idea of canceling things rather than trying to come up with things to pass the time. I also don't want to get all nesty with husband trying to wrap up the culminating work of his life around here. However, it is dawning on me that it might help to have a few items in place just in case Elsa decides to shake things up. Like her first couple outfits (at least knowing where they are). Oh, and like a place to sleep.

I really can't wait, but there's a lot to get done in the meantime.