The Nest is Done... Where's My Bird?

I had a prenatal on Friday evening. It was after that meeting that it really hit me like a semi-truck that I wasn't just pregnant, but I was having a baby! I don't know what happened, but I suddenly had that need to nest! I didn't have the crib, I didn't have most of the birthing things I needed, and so on. If I had gone into labor then the baby would have had a place to sleep and would have had clothes and diapers, so it wasn't all that bad, but I'm guessing it will be much smoother now that I have things mostly prepared. Oh, it felt so good having that stuff done. We all worked so hard on Saturday shopping until we all couldn't shop anymore, doing laundry that had piled up, and setting up things. Whew!
That night I woke up around 4:30am to use the restroom. As I tried to go back to sleep I somehow made the awful mistake of thinking how wonderful home births are. I spent almost an hour going over all the things I learned and benefited from by having Nathan at home. I kept telling myself to think about this later at a better time, but I just couldn't quite do it. I finally had to get a snack and read in the living room. I was awake for about two hours!
That's the bad thing about me nesting. I now have all these beautiful little reminders that I'm having a baby. I sit there and think, "Okay. Any minute now." Then I have to remind myself I'm not even due yet!
I've told Brad and my mom that there's just no way I can be late with this baby. I just don't think it's possible. I feel so tight and pressured physically that there's no way this baby can just hang out forever. So, I meet with a friend last night and we were talking babies. She told me she had been just positive that her last baby was going to be early. I asked her if he was, thinking of my own instincts with this baby of mine. No. He was a week late. Oh! The injustice of "instincts"! So, I ask you... the nest is finished. Where's my baby?