I'm pretty sure that Cathy's 'nesting' is going to be the death of me (and our finances).
Last week, we talked about her calling a handyman to come and redo the caulk around the shower doors in both of the upstairs bathrooms. I come home to find her talking to a guy about about doing some kind of spray resurfacing to both of them ($1700).
Friday, she had some guys come out to redo all the mulch beds and trim the bushes. ($900)
Friday evening, a floor guy showed up to give an estimate on the upstairs carpets, tile in all baths, laundry, kitchen, & breakfast area and wood floors in the entry and dining area. We ended up only going with the carpeting, for now ($3,600). I'll do the wood floors myself. She will get other estimates for the tile.(Truthfully, they've been on my list for some time.)
Saturday, she had a guy come over to discuss redoing the cabinets in the kitchen, three baths, laundry, and the living room built-ins. We should get the estimate in a few days.
We spent the bulk of Sunday (and early Monday morning) packing up two bedrooms and an office so the carpet guys could come on Monday morning. We basically packed everything and crammed it into the two full baths. With everything packed up, she couldn't do any work. (She works from home and the network equipment and her computer were packed away.)
On Monday morning about nine, they called to tell her that they wouldn't be out until Tuesday. This gave us no place to shower and left her with another day without pay. In other words, she was majorly stressed. She unleashed a flurry of despair on Empire management. In the course of the day, she learned that a friend of a friend of a friend does carpet. She met with her and learned that they would be able to do the job for $600 less than Empire and that they would be able to fit in the job that afternoon. They were able to get us a carpet that is almost exactly like the berber that she had previously picked out and showed up at the house around 3pm. They worked non-stop until after midnight, but they got it done.
Cathy, silly thing that she is, was up until past 2:30 making beds and unpacking one of the bathrooms. My idea was to sleep downstairs and let me unpack one of the baths in the morning, but she chose to go her own way.
On a different note, she has turned a corner in the last week or so. For one thing, she went from just feeling a little tickle from the baby to getting regular beatings from her. Yesterday, she felt her first kick from the outside. I think that being able to feel this greater movement has helped her feel more confident about making it through the pregnancy and has reduced the number of times that she has had panic attacks.
At the same time, her back pain seems to be getting worse. The hot water bottle has become her friend.
Tomorrow I am going grocery shopping and running a few other errands so maybe the walking will help too. I just want my little boy to be here already 
