I'm Feeling Strangely Ambitious for a Monday Morning

It's 12:07 pm, Monday March 9, 2009 and I just crawled back into bed in my sweatpants to write a few things down before I embark on my week. Jakob is laying at the end of the bed, breathing heavily, and taking in all of the March sun that he can, which is not very much considering it's a snowy and overcast day. I woke up this morning and realized that, come Wednesday, it will be a mere month and a half until my sweet baby boy makes his appearance into the world. Then, like all first time moms who don't think about being overdue, I started considering the idea that if he was two weeks early, he'd be here in a month, or even a month early, then he'd be here in two weeks, scary thought! Might have freaked Kenny out just a bit when I told him that. Well, needless to say, all this fantasizing sent me into a bit of a panic, not a holy shit! panic, just an I better get my life together kind of panic. It is my goal to make this week count, not waste a single moment, just make a list and attempt to get everything on it accomplished. So, I'm shutting down the computer (ultimate time waster) and putting my iPod on shuffle (ultimate motivator) and getting started on that list and my week.