Really, I am. I think it's a combination of factors that is completely, irrationally, freaking me out today. Hormones? Weather forecast? Conversation with my mother? Anticipation of this baby finally being here?
The issue is that I live in Southern Maryland, on a peninsula. This morning, forecasters started all their Hurricane Irene talk, which predicts the center of the storm will hit here as a Cat 1 on Sunday morning. Normally, this doesn't bother me - I've been through several hurricanes, consider myself relatively well-prepared, etc. Then Hurricane Mom struck - she and my dad are flying in from SoCal on Saturday, and she's freaking out about this storm. I spent an hour this morning trying to convince that it's still early, and there's no way to know whether the predicted storm track is right, or that it would still be that strong by the time it did get here. Then she dropped the bomb - but what if you go into labor? There's no way you'll be able to get an ambulance. How will we get you to the hospital???
I faked rational for the rest of the phone call, but have been pretty stressed about it ever since. I know that the stars would have to align just right for this to even be an issue, but now I feel like a head case. Crazy worried that I would be 5 days before my due date without a way to get to the hospital. I generally subscribe to the "if you can't control it, don't stress about it" philosophy, and know that I can't control a hurricane or the timing of LO's birth. But at the same time, I can't help obssessively checking the weather forecast.
Starting to feel like I have a one-way ticket on the Crazy Town Express. Please, someone help me restore my normal, sane, rational self again!!!