Nesting

I'm at +2 days now and nesting is a whole different animal.  I can't believe I've been "expecting" this little guy now since June 25th!  I feel so silly for assuming he'd come early!  Fortunately, I am a procrastinator so I wasn't really ready until well into the month of July.  "Nesting" had been a series of projects, errands and loose ends being tied up in various ways.  Some minor projects (not on the scale of master bathroom gut and remodel like with Leighton--I reserved those types of grand undertakings for my clients) were undertaken.  Now, nesting looks more like me just crouched upon an egg in a tree branch.  I spend a lot of time in child's pose, trying to take the weight off of my pelvis.  I feel like I'm just sitting around growing a baby, getting a little bigger every day.  I'm still busy, but I have actually been napping when Leighton does and we spend a lot of time sitting together reading books after she wakes up in the morning and afternoon.  This weekend, we had "snuggle time" and I can't remember the last time we did that.  Just cuddling up in the big bed under the covers--even giggling.  I think these are the moments you mourn when the 2nd one arrives.  I'm trying to savor them, and I'm hopeful they will still exist in some form or another.  For the most part sleeping has become unwelcome for the discomfort it brings to my hips and shoulders.   I worry that whatever position I'm in is somehow crushing the passenger.  One of my friends went 2 weeks past their due date with both children.  This sounds crazy, but I suppose anything is possible.  I've stopped seeing signs and omens and dates aren't really occurring to me with regard to the birth.  The next big date on my calendar is my birthday which isn't for another 13 days.  It's safe to assume we won't get that far, right?