Reality Sets In (Sort of)

I am not quite sure why this is, but I cannot really grasp what is about to happen. I still have some time (I hope) but until this weekend had not done a single thing to prepare for the double arrival. Today that all changed and now I feel nervous (reailty)  whereas before I was fine (denial). I am at the point where strangers feel obliged to comment "Any day now huh?" or "You are about to go" or even better, talk about me in another language (too bad it was Spanish) and argue about whether my belly could be so big with just one baby. Okay, so I am at the end. And today F assembled the crib and J asked "Are the babies coming today?" And I thought it was a cute and ridiculous question, but it is actually right on target. On the one hand I want them to be born (a little) for the uncertainty of birth to be over and to finally see them and not look like a science fiction character etc. On the other hand, I am in no rush since I am not in pain or much discomfort, I do not want teeny babies, and I do not know how I will function when they are here. Tomorrow I get to check (again) if the twin A is on board with my plan of turning (and if abuela I's control mental works). Friday I have my final growth sonogram. More news soon. In the meantime, I look at the crib that has taken over my room (we now look like a family of gypsies with crap everywhere) and wonder why it is there.