I’ve got the nesting bug and I’ve got it bad. I don’t remember going through this when I was pregnant with my son – perhaps it’s because I was on bed rest or maybe it’s because I had just moved into my house. But boy oh boy, do I have it bad this time around. For those of you who haven’t experienced this phenomenon, hmm how do I explain nesting? It’s like you’re preparing every nook and cranny of your house to meet a tiny little stranger, who quite frankly doesn’t care whether or not the silverware drawer is organized or the shower is bleached. I always thought of nesting as simply decorating the nursery and washing onesies in Dreft. Nope, it goes way beyond that.
I’ll be 30 weeks pregnant tomorrow. This last month is when the nesting bug really hit me. It started when I experienced a much-welcomed burst of energy and decided to clean the house. However, here’s the thing about being pregnant, you don’t move as easily as you usually to. One minute, I was scrubbing the bathtub and the next minute, I realized the baseboards needed to be washed. Then since I was already on the floor (do you know how hard it is to get off the floor when you have a basketball growing in your abdomen?), I figured why not organize under the sink. You see where this is going, soon enough in If You Give a Mouse a Cookie fashion, one thing led to another and just like that a month has flown by and I’m not slowing down.
Mamas, why do we do this to ourselves? Why don’t we take advantage of these last weeks of pregnancy and pamper ourselves? I mean it’s not that I don’t want to take a nap or go get a pedicure. It’s just that I find more joy in knowing that my house will be ready to welcome the new baby home at any given moment… Even if I still have ten more weeks to go.