Finding a squillion unimportant little things that suddenly really seem like they need urgent attention (like painting out chipped paint on the stair walls)
Packing the hospital bag, just in case; then unpacking it a few times because I've forgotten what's in it
Getting baby clothes out of storage then worrying about whether there are enough (there are BOXES of baby clothes in the cupboards - third baby girl ain't never gonna be short of clothes!!)
Snapping at Jude for tiny misdemeanours, like using the wrong cloth on the kids faces, or leaving leftover food in the oven for me to discover a few days later, then expecting him to do all the DIY jobs round the house that REALLY NEED DOING (not).
Cleaning everything that stays put longer than 20 seconds
Mad sleepless at 3am tidying missions (the kitchen has never looked so neat)
Re-hanging curtains, clearing cobwebs, usual Spring clearing, but done at a manic - gotta get this done - pace: OK that's done.... NEXT!
On the down side, I am STILL ill: now in the seventh (!) week of a foul cold with viral sinusitis thrown in (hence the sleepless nights - haven't slept properly now for months); I have Braxton Hicks throughout the day and am finding everything exhausting; on top of this I also had a brief vomiting bug, which along with the morning sickness I've had throughout this pregnancy meant I wasn't able to keep any food down for a week, which I'm still recovering from.
The joy! The joy of pregnancy! I never EVER want to be pregnant again.