pregnancy snapshot

If I could take a snapshot of these last few days of pregnancy, this is what it would be like:

--her movement. I've taken to calling her "Lumpy" because my belly is definitely not round or symmetrical. She sits (head down) with her bum towards my right side and likes to push her feet out towards the center of my left side. It's very strange to see these body parts sticking out as awkward lumps. I know she's not comfortable anymore and can often feel her move as if she's trying to roll over. She pushes with harsh movement and then suddenly shudders back to where she was. It's not comfortable for either of us and yet, still pretty amazing.
--I've "dropped". it was not near this noticeable with my other two pregnancies. But as I lifted my shirt to show husband a particularly odd shape she was causing, he pointed out the the apex or roundest part of my belly is definitely a few inches lower than it had been the day before. (p.s. none of my clothes fit anymore. Even my maternity shirts don't cover my belly as well as they should.)
--my emotions swing back and forth like a bungee jump, wanting her to wait until induction day so I can conquer my ever-increasing to do list before she arrives and being desperately impatient for her to get here. I really would love to not have to be induced but know that's its very unlikely. Still, I fantasize about being able to call daddy and tell him "it's time" or what it would be like to labor without being tied to an IV. Supposedly being induced makes contractions harder but since it's all I've ever done, I have nothing to compare to.
--my frenzied activity. I feel pressed to get so many things done-organizing and cleaning and sorting and packing and preparing for baby. For example, yesterday I opened all the boxes of clothes in various sizes and resorted them to make sure they were in their proper box so they could be stored and ready for when this little one will need them. Maybe its that nesting instinct-something I've always written off as a crazy hormone, especially because everything on my to do list really is things I need to get done (and not just cleaning the same things over and over). There's a great satisfaction in adding things to the list and being able to check them off.
--I got a pedicure last night and this cute little Asian lady fussed over me like a mother hen. She asked when I was due and I told her Friday. She clucked her tongue and told me "no, baby come tomorrow. I give you good foot rub, baby come tomorrow." The foot rub was awesome and then I had contractions less than 7 minutes apart for the rest of the night. By 2:30 am, they were so intense I couldn't even sleep any more. How could I not get just a little bit excited? But around 6 am, baby changed her mind and let me sleep. Looks like a baby on Friday after all.