The last weeks of pregnancy, second time around: is this normal?

Asking, ahem, for a friend.....

Is it normal:

• to find yourself wedged at the top of a high, metal slide in 30 degree heat with a toddler on your lap because it might be the last time in a while they have your full attention to play?
• to feel anxious going to bed with anything but an empty laundry basket in case 'tonight is the night' (and life will definitely go to ruins if there is a pair of dirty socks in the house…)?
• to want to throttle your partner for keeping you awake with their snoring?
• to almost follow through with that instinct when they also manage to sleep through the toddler crying?
• to leave the snoring partner to it, give in to bed-sharing with the crying toddler, and still literally weep in to your pillow when the pregnancy hormones keep you clock-watching through the night? 
• to have given up on your bikini line weeks ago (out of sight, out of mind) but obsess over the state of your toenails, because who knows when you'll next manage a pedicure?
• to be more anxious about the timing of the birth and the logistics for the toddler than actually pushing another human out of your body? 
• to place an Amazon order for some bit of baby paraphernalia pretty much every day, 'just in case'? (Just in case what? An apocalypse that means Amazon Prime next day delivery no longer functions?)
• to secretly be looking forward to the onset of post-partum hair loss because this bouffant is RIDICULOUS this time round?
• to feel more awkward and uncomfortable than ever holding your toddler, and yet savour longer and longer moments cuddling alone with them at naptime and bedtime?
• to view the ten-minute shavasana at the end of yoga as a legitimate window for a disco nap?
• to feel a little bit tearful at the thought that every Saturday afternoon park trip, every Sunday brunch, every bedtime storytime could be your last as a trio? 
• to find yourself conceding with greater frequency at earlier and earlier times in the day to requests for Peppa or Elmo? 
• to worry more about the way your toddler is going to react to the new arrival than the rigmarole of feeding, nappy changes and sleepless nights that come with a newborn? (that's selective memory, right?)
• to be super excited about becoming a party of four, and yet a little bit sad that the gang of three will be no more?

Blame the hormones, right?