Here I am

Here I am -
are the three words that have been crossing my mind basically non stop for the past two weeks.

Here I am, back in Italy, back in the house of my parents, back in my little village, back to where I started many years ago. Long desired, and still difficult to grasp, that I will be here for some time from now. I knew that having kids means sacrifices, but do these sacrifices really have to start that early? After all, it's only 20 cm big (though I have to say that I am already getting worried by the pushs that it makes against my belly - what will it be like when it is only born?! ;)
But there are still few months until I will be busy with changing diapers, feeding and maybe wishing for my old independent bachelor life again.

Now I am here, and there is this big question of what to do between now and May. There are various options, though none of them feels particularly tempting at the moment.
Option one is turning myself into a housekeeper and taking care of the house, dog and 98 year old grandma, not to forget about the crowd of visiting birds in the garden, which, thanks to my mother's generous feeding practices, grows day by day.
Option two is the same as option one, with in addition giving extra lessons to my teenager cousin to make sure he doesn't fail a second time in primary school.
Option three is the two first combined and in addition french and italian home studies (the first one out of self interest, the second one out of survival instinct, given that I might be stuck in this italien-german province for longer....)
Then there is the option of starting in addition an MBA (whereby I still have to figure out how to finance it)
But somehow I am afraid that even the four options combined + some skiing and snow trekking wont keep me busy enough!

Here I am, after years of 15/24 and 7/7 working schedules, in places where even driving to work created stones in my stomach, sudddenly afraid of leading the harmonious quiet life I was longing for so much especially during the past few months. Can this be normal?