Starting to drop

I had a doctor's appointment this morning and I'm proud to say I've officially gained about 40 pounds! Woo hoo! I can sure feel it these days-- my ligaments are starting to ache in my legs and lower back. I'm not dilated at all, but the doc says the baby's starting to drop lower... that everything's on track and growing steadily! Right on time... That'a boy, Bruno!
It's so strange that, at any moment, I could suddenly go from this easy life I know to the crazy-amazing-totally new life I have never known... that this could have been my last weekend as a non-mom... my last saturday morning, my last church service, etc... as "just me". Maybe that sounds a little dramatic, but that's how it's starting to hit me. I know the likelihood of going "late" rather than "early" is higher for first births-- but it's still a possibility to prepare for, and that's how my mind is processing things.
People keep asking me if I'm ready... I'm not sure how to answer that. Physically? well, I'm gettin there. Mentally? i don't know. Spiritually? probably not. Emotionally? I don't think so. But is anyone ever READY for this drastic of a change? I suppose some people are... I just don't believe it's really real yet. That's why I wish we had a name for the little guy. I just feel like if he had a real name he'd seem more like a real person. My bags are mostly packed and the nursery is mostly done ... But maybe being 'ready' simply means that when it's time, it's time. And I think I'm ok with that. :)