Nesting

Lest you think nesting is not a real thing, let me just inform you that I got out of bed at 7:30 yesterday morning (I was off work and the boys were still with their dad) and started a marathon of cleaning, organizing, and doing laundry that did not end until I went to bed at 9:45 last night.

This happens to me every pregnancy without fail, and thank God.  Seriously.  If it wasn’t for this little last minute, panicky burst of energy coming over me out of the blue, I don’t think any of my children would have had a stitch of clothing to wear when they were born.

It always causes me to do weird things I’ve been putting off as well – like go through 4 years of little boy clothes in search of things to give to someone who is about to have a little boy.  My aunt asked me to do this about 3 months ago, but every time I have thought about doing it, I have gotten overwhelmed and found something else (anything else) to do (don’t worry, she’s due after me – I’m not a total asshole).  You have absolutely no idea the amount of clothing accumulated when a person has two children, is a shopaholic and has a shopaholic mother and aunt.  So far, new baby has four boxes of clothes, blankets, bibs, etc.  I’m not done collecting for new baby.  Ran out of time. 

That is what I was doing between washing Vivian’s clothes/blankets (shopaholics made that a fun task too) and all the normal laundry that has accumulated in the midst of my being sick/pregnant and perpetually tired/lazy.  And when that wasn’t going on, I was organizing everyone’s bedrooms and washing new bottles and organizing the garage.  Just pure randomness.

I had a little hmmm, could I be going into labor??? moment on Sunday (no, I didn’t go to the hospital, smart ass).  And apparently my body/brain decided enough was enough on the procrastinating.  So, when Jimmy forgot everything and came back home half a dozen times yesterday morning before going to work, my brain switched on and said, “GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!”

I’m still not done (like, our bag still is not packed, and I really don’t want to have to rely on Jimmy to do that should I actually go into labor).  The nursery still isn’t 100% together, but we do have an assembled crib and some teeny diapers and some formula (I’m sorry but I cannot hear your tsk-tsking about me not breastfeeding because I have tried valiantly with 2 children, failed both times, and flat out refuse to put myself or Vivian through it) and some receiving blankets and some bottles and some clean clothes.

What I’m trying to say is: a rather large dent has been made in the to do list.  Yay nesting!

As far as my neurosis is going, I’m now having frequent anxiety about all the tubal-ligation-screwing-up-women’s-hormones horror stories I’ve been blessed to hear recently (and – okay – I kind of Googled it after the personal stories started, and if someone could just take away my Google access, that would be greeeeeeeeeeeat).  I’m severely concerned considering I just got my anxiety under control a little more than a year ago, and the thought of traveling back down that path (or a worse path – God forbid) makes me want to cry or scream or do both simultaneously.  Once again, I’m left to pray.

So, that’s pretty much the gist of where I am on the almost baby time front.

Two weeks, three days.  Woo hoo!!!