I had a super vivid, lifelike dream that my water broke and I went into labor. At first I was super excited - finally, I'll get to meet the kiddo! But then the realities of everything I still have left to do overwhelmed me. This has served as a great kick in my pants to get my bag packed, finish washing all of the baby clothing, etc. And a nice long list of things that need to be taken care of at work before I punch out for a while. Not glamorous, but I'll feel more prepared.
Anybody else feeling the excitment/terror dichotomy?