Going crazy

Now I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a patient person. And I'm almost OCD when it comes to planning. I plan everything right down to the minute. (At least the things I know I can control.) Ask Jesse about my lists. I make lists for everything, and charts, too. I'm downright quirky when it comes to being in control of organizing things. And it drives me nuts when I have to wait for deadlines before I can move to the next step. So naturally the wait (not weight, hehehe) of finding out the gender of this baby is killing me! I don't know if I should haul out Sydney's old things, or hunt down every clearance rack in Columbia for deals on blue stuff. And I haven't even let myself crack open my baby name book yet, just so I don't add to my own insanity. The worst part has been the past week, just because I get the chance to find out on Thursday. This Thursday. Like in 2 more days, ya'll. I'm gonna lose my mind! People have been asking me which gender I'd prefer and my response lately has been: "I don't care anymore! I just wanna know!!!!" (picture me pulling my hair out) I know it's just me being silly, but I really can't help it. I don't know how women did it before there were ultrasounds. I don't think I would have made it. I'd be giving birth in the crazy house......Did I mention that a flair for the dramatics runs rampant in my family? Once I do find out, rest assured the word will be spread. And I'll be able to get back to my crazy nesting that I also haven't been able to control. My only comfort is that I know I can't be the only pregnant women to lose her marbles over this gender thing, and I won't be the last. 2 days..........lets see if I can make it!