Hello 4:45 am

Wow. It's dark at this time of morning. And when Ajax doesn't get up with me it's a little too quiet. Just me and the cats and a million thoughts:
Will we get the baby's room done in time?
What will labor feel like? Will I know I'm in labor? How will I know?
We've got to get the car seat in the car. But I need to get the car washed first.
How will co-sleeping work? What will it feel like to breastfeed? Will the cats be okay with not getting as much attention for a little while?
Gotta call Jerry about the dishwasher again. And remind Ajax that we need to put primer on the walls. Why does everything we need to do have a million steps that has to be done beforehand? Why are we moving so slowly? Will Ruby stay in long enough for us to get it all done? I need to sweep. I need to mop. I gotta clean out the windows. And clean the glass.
I think I have an idea of how our lives are about to change but I know deep down I have no fucking clue. But if one more person tells me that I will hit them.
I hope the Giants will their series against the Dodgers... when did I become a baseball fan?
Will Ajax cook us food if I'm breastfeeding? When do I start pumping so he can share the feeding? I gotta order the pump.
I need to finish the thank you notes. I need stamps. We have to send that package to Gracie.
Crap I gotta figure out if I'm eligible for family leave pay from the state.
Will I ever figure out how to fold our stroller?
I need to stop with the cheerios already.