The Nest Around These Parts
I’m not going to apologize for my week-long sabbatical. So let’s get that out of the way first. Moving on (and welcome, again).
I nearly didn’t go to work today. It was 5:30 in the morning, 90 minutes before I really have to start getting ready, and my mind just reeled. I’m pretty sure our tax documents aren’t all in one place. The health records- well, where are we keeping them? And, actually, where’s the key to the safe? The baseboards are so dirty. I bet I can figure out a better system to organize the vet records. Baci and Misha need their vaccinations. When’s the last time I dusted the books on the bookshelf? When does Home Depot open? I need to buy a new front doorknob with a new key- we haven’t ever changed our keys. What if we forget to write our will before he comes? And we need to update our life insurance policy. How long will it take to sell our spare mattress on Craigs List?
You guys. I almost called out of work on account of, well, I don’t even know.
Nesting is a real thing. And I have decided it may possibly be simultaneously the best and most horrible side effect of being pregnant ever. I mean, I can guarantee you the baseboards are getting a scrub by yours truly in a matter of days. But I can hardly function and I’ve still got 15 weeks left of this.
So here I am, alternating my spare time between a stack of books on breastfeeding and labor with this insane to-do list that embarrasses the heck out of me because how did I go this long without doing any of this stuff?
I’m also being particularly cognizant of where my spare time is going, since these days are really numbered. Three months left. My new favorite hobby is actually leaving the house to go on walks with just me, myself, and I (and my phone). I’ll make a phone call or listen to my audiobook while I walk. It’s pleasant. And gives me time to think about my to-do list for the house. So much to do.
But, more so than anything else, I’ve realized recently just how far the extent of our hormones and our instincts and this entire pregnancy thing really goes. I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise, seeing as animals have birthed and mothered since, well, forever, but it all really builds up naturally, doesn’t it? I mean, how nice of my mind to take a neurotic (errr, more neurotic) turn toward getting the house in order for the baby! So, please, excuse the organizing and the cleaning for a moment.
I’ve turned into a mama bird and it’s time to build my nest.