Crazy Little Thing Called Life

I should start this off by saying I'm on my phone as I write this, because I can't bring myself to get out of bed just yet. Its 8:15 in the morning and while I recognize that this is a perfectly acceptable time to get up and start my day, I feel like crap. I'm tired, and a little cranky because my night was spent tossing and turning.
Plus I am hungry, and eating requires moving...

So. I had a doctors appointment yesterday, and I have decided that this pregnancy has flown by. My little nugget is no longer a nugget. He weigh approximately 3lbs 10oz! He's huge in there. Of course he's also measuring a week ahead of his due date, so my fears that hr will come early? Yeah, totally justified.
Naturally this led to all sorts of discussion about when hubby will be off work, how long, who to call for our "chain" reaction if I go into labor. Which means I'm thinking about the things we have to get, and wondering when I should "pack my bags" for the hospital. I'm actually not as concerned about all of this as I used to be. I just know o should probably talk to said chain of people so they are ready.

Sigh. I am officially thirty weeks with anywhere from 6-10 weeks left before this baby is here.
Yup panic has mildly set in.