I only have 10 weeks to go.

TEN WEEKS.

So much to do. The panic has just set it. It's 11:45pm and I've just asked my husband to dismantle the blinds in the baby's room and steam clean the glider.

NOW.

And so he is! While I lay in bed relaxing and eating bon bons blogging and watching Letterman and feeling the little monkey motor around in there (and wishing I could sleep).

Thirty weeks today.

Ten more to go.

$*!@

S.