Torn between fear & excitement

I'm 36 weeks. Most days lately its been hitting me how I'm almost done, and I'll have a newborn. I'll be feeding him every couple hours. He will be crying. He will be up all night. I will be exhausted. My nipples will hurt. My husband and I will probably bicker. I'm sure I'll have a couple moments where I'm just so tired that I wish he could be back in my belly again. My toddler will be jealous and crying and I wont be able to get up and comfort him if I'm sitting there breastfeeding.

But... I'm also so amped for the excitement of it all! A new baby coming into the world. The moment I realize labor is starting. Telling my husband. Seeing his freak out face and laughing. Figuring where to take our other kids to be watched. Telling our parents its happening. Driving to the hospital. Getting checked in. Putting on the gown and belly monitor. Having family show up to support you. It all happens so fast and in the moment it's a painful blur. But years and years later, those are the memories you talk about with a smile. You'll tell your kid one day how it all went down when they were born. If they were early or late. Where you were when your water broke. How long labor took. It's all so beautiful. I really enjoyed the whole experience with my last 2 kids. Eventhough its obviously super painful. It's my last time doing this. But sitting here relaxing on my bed at 36 weeks wondering when the first sign will come and what it will be this time is so cool. Any day now I will either loose my mucus plug, or start having contractions, or my water will break. Something will happen. And I'll know its finally time. One last time. And I cant wait. We will remember this forever.