I have a secret to tell you.
I am an extreme over-planner.
I am a Type A, organized, control freakish, over planner.
What? You're surprised?
Every Sunday night I have my week laid out in writing, complete with check boxes indicating each and every thing that I have to do each day. In fact, if the day comes and I end up doing something that was not on the original list, I have been known to add it to the list and check it off, just so that I feel as though I accomplished more in the day.
A few weeks ago, the Dude and I purchased a new laptop and on it we have a sticky note program. Seriously, folks - these sticky notes are my favorite. The pen and paper daily to do lists have been replaced by 5 different colored sticky notes that reside on my desktop each week and tell me just what I have to do each day.
So, what are the two big problems that I, the ultimate over-planner, am having?
Well ... you see, I'm having a kid.
And I am fairly certain that this kid is going to rock my over planned world out of the water.
Because something tells me you can't be an over planner with a newborn baby.
My first problem is that I cannot plan (or over plan for that matter) when my baby will arrive in this world. I have most definitely spoken to him or her a time or two about when the most convenient and inconvenient times would be to make the grand entrance but I know that, in reality, The Monkey could choose to come at any time between now and the end of the month. That is a large window for an over planner.
The second problem I am having is that we are sitting here, 9 days before my due date, and I have absoultely nothing to do.
I have over planned the heck out of this expectant mother thing. The nursery has been done for weeks, the clothes have been washed and put away, the freezer has been stocked, the toes have been pedicured.
And here I sit twiddling my thumbs, poking my ever protruding belly button, and wondering just how to fill my days until The Monkey is born.
Of course, I don't regret having everything done and in order by this point because, goodness gracious, the Monkey could have arrived early and then, gulp, what would have happened if I wasn't 100% ready? Then what would I have done?
Instead here I am, trying my darndest to relax and enjoy the last few days of my pregnancy while wishing in the back of my mind that I had just one more thing left to get in order.