Eric is back in town after two weeks on the road.  It's been a long two weeks, I have been super stressed about getting everything ready for the baby.  My dad has been working like mad to create a bedroom out of our old TV room - it is going fantastically and the dry wall is up, it will be wonderful.  I've been concentrating on cleaning out the basement to make it a functional playroom.  Basically, I've just been trying to distract myself from all of the my-husband-is-gone, medical-freak-outs-regarding-baby, and my non-optional-scheduled-c-section.  All things I don't want to think about.  So, the obvious answer is to keep myself so busy that I can't think.  Well, that works to an extent.  The other side of the coin is that I have been completely ignoring any personal needs and I flat out boiled over on poor Eric last night.  I blindsided him like only a hormonal, crazed, non-nonsensical pregnant lady can - full of tears, angst, and no idea what I wanted him to do to help.  After much blathering on, I know that I will be fine, and that we will be fine.  I am scared of so many things - but nothing that I can change so I am doing my best to just suck it up.  I dream of being able to take a little time away.  Wouldn't that just be heaven?  One can dream...