So I have been back home for a little over a week, I was living in my grandpas apartment while my apartment was renovated (brand new bathroom and plumbing yay!), and jesus christ this nesting instinct is killing me.
I had most things done and bought for the baby when I was in week 20 but as soon as I got home I started clearing out junk, cleaning everything, re organizing anything I could and so on. My back hurts all the freaking time and my feet look comical at the end of the day.
I don't understand why I keep going I don't feel like I have enough energy to do it but some primal urge just compels me. My bf runs around doing everything I tell him scared that I'll work myself to death.
I've had contractions every few days the last week, just 2-3 of them every 24 h and never regular. I had some pretty bad in week 33 and went for an extra check up in the hospital but everything was fine, cervix was closed, placenta good, baby healthy and head down.
I just have this feeling like I know I'm not going to go 40 weeks. Maybe I'm imagining things but hell it would be nice if she came a bit early my body is fed up by now.