Hello from 32 weeks!
I have to admit, I totally thought “nesting” was a myth. I don’t remember having any nesting tendencies with my other two pregnancies, but this time? Affirmative.
In the last couple of days, I’ve scrubbed the carpet, swept/mopped/vacuumed all floors, cleaned mirrors, done about 11 loads of laundry (including towels, sheets, comforters, shower curtains, pillows…), cleaned both bathrooms (even scrubbed the bathtubs, which I often skip in favor of a quick wipe-down), reorganized and decluttered and rearranged all the toys and closets and bookshelves, and set up the pack and play and carried it around to all of the different places I might want to use it to make sure it fits. I have a (small) list of things I need to acquire before bebe is born, and I’ve had to talk myself out of multiple Amazon purchases (because really…there’s plenty of time). And last night, as I was going to bed I was suddenly struck with the thought that I really should get my hospital bag packed. (8 weeks early….?)
So I suppose that’s nesting–for me, at least. I’m sure to some of you, that looks like a normal week, but my bar of productivity is set pretty low. 😉
Mentally, I’ve been doing really, really well for a couple of months. I’ve been able to be a lot more involved with the boys, and I’m enjoying them so much more lately.
That doesn’t mean that they don’t still make me crazy sometimes (like when I’m trying to clean up after dinner and have to keep breaking up naked wrestling matches and snapping go get your pajamas on right now or I’m not reading any stories tonight!! while the natives run screaming around the apartment like gleeful little banshee nudists).
But overall, and in spite of some personal shit that I’m dealing with right now (and trying, unsuccessfully as always, not to obsess about–my brain just loves a good obsession) things are good.