What's your preoccupation?

Staying preoccupied is the name of the game.

Not going to lie.  My first thought this morning -- "What time is Maury on?" (Answer: Noon).  I used to watch it while working from my in laws' house in the frozen tundra that is currently Watertown.  But since we moved, I've been working out of our kitchen which has no television.  In an effort to remain useful, I deep scrubbed the bathroom and started washing the walls in the living room...so when my dad gets here after the arrival of baby girl, my husband and him can paint it.  Now that I'm finally sitting...all I can think about is, "When is this baby gonna make its entrance?  Soon...right?"

Here's a conversation I've had a lot lately with my husband.  By a lot...I mean nearly every morning during breakfast, again at lunch and three or four times each evening.

Me:  I'm pretty sure this baby is never going to come.
Hubs:  Do you understand how crazy that sounds?
Me:  I do. -pause- It sounds crazy, but I'm starting to believe that its actually true.  I'm pretty sure I'll just be 39 weeks pregnant for the rest of 2014.
Hubs: As long as you know that you sound crazy...