12 weeks till D-Day

In 12 weeks (maybe a wee bit longer) I'll be a mummy. A parent. A grown up. I'll have gone through labour. I'll be learning about this tiny little, brand-new person that I've been carrying for the best part of a year!
Secretly I'm freaking out a bit. I'm totally neurotic about being clumsy. I wake up in a cold sweat after dreaming about dropping the baby. Or falling down the stairs whilst carrying him/her. (I can't remember the last time i fell down the stairs). What if I don't hold him/her right? What if I don't know when she/he needs fed? What if I don't realise when she/he is sick?
I don't want to be a neurotic mother but I feel like I'm already there!