Count them... one, two, THREE car seats now in my car. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be a Mother of three small children. But, the time for Baby #3's arrival is fast approaching, and we all know that a baby can't come home from the Hospital without a car seat.

In a nesting haze on Saturday morning, I spent over three hours washing my car. Sure, it sounds crazy... but boy (or shall I say, girl) does cleaning making a pregnant woman feel great. Once I was done, sure I was tired. But it was all worth it. The car is nice and clean, and the baby has her car seat installed. Poor Hayden has been banished to the third row. Totally had to talk up the seat, letting him know that only "Big Boys" get their own Cup Holder. Luckily he took the bait!

Now if we could just get to D-Day...