I think I may actually be beginning to feel stressed. (And don't think I can't hear you giggling in the background about how you've never noticed me being un-stressed since the day you started reading my blog).
I had a dream where I was the one who was pregnant and I realized that there had been some kind of huge mistake, but I couldn't figure out how to fix it. I had a dream where I bought a crib, only to find that it didn't fit in the nursery door. I had a dream where I was having an impossible time finishing some very important projects at work (okay, so that one wasn't a dream).
Any suggestions for things I might try to become less, you know, on edge? (note: one thing that absolutely *doesn't* work for me is eating. When I'm keyed up or nervous or jittery, or, for that matter, depressed, all food, even food that I usually like, tastes funny and I have a lot of trouble forcing myself to eat anything at all.)
edited to add: And, thanks to the many excellent suggestions, I've scheduled a massage and, last night, went, as that country drinking song goes, one round with José Cuervo. Can you say TKO?