It's been a struggle to literally get out of bed lately--have to hoist myself up by hanging onto the scrolls on our headboard, then roll over to the side and disentangle myself from the sheets, before finally getting both feet on the floor. Almost at 37 weeks and I could feel those fake contractions like a motherf--. Of course our bedroom hardly feels this neat anymore, what with Maya's bed at the foot (yes, sing it with me: 🎶"She's back in our room..!"🎵🎶🎤), a vintage crib on my side, our half-finished hospital bags underneath, a humidifier and a sterilizer on our dresser, Maya's books and toys everywhere. Am I ready for the chaos that is to come? Most definitely not. But my heart is ready for this little boy in the oven. A few more weeks.