Nesting?

This morning I woke up to a possible contraction, or maybe just a head-butt to the bladder by my darling Squirmy.

Squirmy is the name I have decided to give my daughter for her remaining in-utero career.

Anywho, I was up way before the alarm clock and reading about childproofing when Tony woke up. I made Tony's lunch and breakfast while antagonizing the cat (this is an actual chore that needs doing every day or he turns into a neurotic kitty mess) and listening to a report on the new 2010 hybrid cars.
Tony came out of our bedroom and I offered to iron his shirt. He looked at me for a bit and asked why I wasn't still drooling on my pillow. I said "Well, maybe I'm nesting." Then we both went very still and visibly frightened.

Nesting is a sign of imminent labor. Even though I am 6 days from my due date Tony and I are not ready to even think about Squirmy's grand entrance.