Ugh - impatient

I'm remembering past pregnant friends getting to this point where they say they feel huge and ready to be done with pregnancy. I'm not that huge, but the baby is dropping somewhat and I have been retaining fluid and all the lovely things that brings on (puffy ankles and feet, headaches, carpal tunnel pain, and more). I've been monitoring my blood pressure and I'm not concerned about pre-eclampsia, but my husband is, so I'll check in with the midwives tomorrow to set his mind at ease. I prescribed myself a massage and pedicure in the meantime.

I'm at the point where I feel at least a little uncomfortable all the time. Supposedly the baby dropping is supposed to help me feel less short of breath, but I haven't noticed a change. She's started groping my internal organs, which is weird and uncomfortable, though not typically painful. Occasionally she gets her foot stuck somewhere in my rib cage, which is not very much fun at all, but she shakes loose if I get up and start walking around. A few weeks ago it was cute that she would do little kickboxing routines (three punches to the kidneys and a kick to the ribs) but now I am grateful that she has less room to move around and get a good wind-up.

Basically, I'm feeling ready for the baby to arrive. The nursery is ready. I bought diapers and wipes and other supplies today. I'm working on little projects around the house but there's nothing urgent that needs doing - I'm feeling listless. I have an intuition that Little One is going to come early (38 weeks would be perfect - that's in three weeks) but our doula is insisting that we keep in mind most first-time mothers give birth about a week past due date. Six weeks more of this seems much more overwhelming.

I've been trying to practice my hypnobirthing techniques when I wake up in the middle of the night with my hands aching - it's hard to concentrate when I'm half asleep and already in pain - glad that my husband will be guiding me for labor itself.