Really?

So my stork ticker says 17 days to go. I'm getting nervous. Not so much about the birthing process, although that is part of it. I am nervous about making it to the hospital on time, but I'm more nervous about bringing home a new baby when the older girls are still babies. They both want to cuddle with me all the time and usually take up the entire mass of my lap and arms. Where is a 3rd baby going to go? I need a third arm and leg! :) I'm also nervous about the lack of sleep and adjustment to nursing again. My body will be taken over by this new tiny little "bundle of joy," as if she hasn't done that already. People say things like "It doesn't look like you are about to pop" and "You're not that big." Well, that's because all 50 pounds have spread out over my entire body. My rear end is as big as my stomach! And the process to lose it all is also making me nervous. I know it will happen over time, but it will never be soon enough. Although it sounds like I'm complaining, I am really looking forward to meeting Annie. Who will she look like? What will her temperment be? I pray that she's healthy. I need to pack my overnight bag for the hospital and then I will have everything checked off on my to-do list. But somehow I think that I still have a lot of time. I'm starting to have some braxton-hicks contractions, but nothing to call Mom about. I don't feel like I'm that close to having her. I wonder if she'll be late like Chloe was? I hope not. 9 months is long enough without adding another week (or two!) But, she will get here when she gets here. And the countdown begins...