The Waiting Game

I feel like I'm just sitting and waiting on Baby Ellie to arrive even though I'm three weeks and 2 days away from my due date. I was never this paranoid when I was expecting The Muffin, so I think I'm just excited and nervous and looking forward to Big Daddy being around for two whole weeks. I remind everyone at my doctor's office that I experienced NO labor when The Muffin was induced and that I have no idea what I'm doing. I had several severe contractions after I was being prepped for the c-section and my midwife, Peg's hand was up my you-know-what. Other than that, nothing. People seem to think that because it's your second child, you'll know when the time comes. I'm sure if labor really starts, I'll know. I'm also Group B Strep + again, so I'm a little paranoid about getting all of my antibiotics in before the birth.
With the recent developments in our family's saga (more on that sometime later) I think Baby Ellie should continue to bake. My Grandma always said that "they are easier to take care of in than they are out". There are times when I doubt this statement, but there are no dirty diapers, feedings or crying babies to deal with right now. I want Ellie to arrive safely and I know that she'll come when God wants her to. I am hoping that it doesn't happen at an inconvenient time, though.
I feel like I'm having pains and twinges that I've never felt before. I keep thinking that it will be soon and that she'll come early, but it's not exactly wishful thinking. I've felt better over the last few days in spite of the new pressure and back pain and I'd go on like this indefinitely as long as I get my baby in the end. The hardest part of feeling bad really is trying to take care of Muff. She keeps telling me that she wants me to feel better. She asks if Baby Ellie is hurting my belly and she continues to take care of me, when I should be taking care of her. She's such a sweet child...but with a bad temper.