Marathon day of procrastination, cleaning and assignment finishing.

I have to say that I am getting increasingly worried about my poor baby's arrival. Sure I can cook an orange loaf now and then, sure I can clean my house until it looks like a surgical unit - minus the blood and equipment - but my habits are sooooo erratic!

Babies, like all animals, need routine don't they?
I don't do well with routine. It bores me. I like different challenges everyday, things that make my brain hurt, things that cause me to think about the world in a different way.
If I can't even eat at regular intervals, how will my baby feel comfortable and loved. What if I'm not ready for this?

I know it sounds ridiculous. I know I'm a capable, intelligent and loving person who has a lot to offer, but what if I drive my baby crazy?

It's days like this when I look at D and heave a huge sigh of relief...