Overwhelming

I'm sure I've already done this post before. Probably right before Emmersyn was born as that's when I start to get overwhelmed...when my life is about to change. I'm a bit of a planner and right now I feel like things are not going to be done, ever. 
My body is failing me and I'm hoping to keep this baby boy in for at least 6 more weeks til I can get to the 37wk mark, but I'm not sure that's possible.  Somehow, he still doesn't have a name. I need to get bunk beds picked out and put Teagan's bed back into a crib. I need to get the nursery repainted. I need to get all the clothes I have for him and my mom/mother in law have for him and decide wht else we may need. 
Whew, in addition to the new things to do for #3, I still have the daily mondane tasks of cooking, cleaning, laundry, dishes, and just everything that comes with taking care of 2 kids and a house.  Matt and I literally see each other and talk face to face about 8 hours a WEEK so trying to go pick things out is almost laughable.  And then, I get the whole "you need to rest and take it easy or I'm putting you on bedrest" talk from my doctor. HA, take it easy? With 2 kids? And working? HA. And yes, I do have to work as long as I can because I was already off 10 weeks this year (2012) and will be off at least 8 weeks after #3 so unless I can sell a kidney on the blackmarket, I'm gonna need the money.
Alright, enough complaining (for now). Time to put on my big girl undies and just get it done.  Life is funny like that. It doesn't stop so you can have a pity party, but that doesn't mean I can't be overwhelmed.