Sunday, March 25, 2012
Nesting? Me? But I'm not a bird?
Baby Liam's estimated date of arrival on the outside world is T minus 90 days. My pregnancy has been a blessing and a curse but I wouldn't have it any other way. Ok, maybe a little less morning sickness but mostly I've been counting my blessings.
I will fully admit, I am a bit of a slob. Technically that's an understatement. I am a huge slob. Before my hubby moved in, he was a neat freak. I've slowly converted him into my dark ways. Mmmmmmhhahahahaaha. I can remember being very young and getting in trouble for having such a messy room. I'm no where close to the people you see on "Hoarders"....but I guess if I'm being honest, I'm not that good either. I'm sure people can read into it however they want. The truth is, I'm just lazy. I don't like to clean up after myself. I keep hoping the magic elves will just show up when I go to bed and clean for me. It never happens though. I know it's sad. I keep saying once the baby is born things will be different. I really hope it is.
Last month I started freaking out for no reason at all. I felt like I needed the baby's room done ASAP. We had rip up wood paneling and carpet. We needed to put up dry wall and spackle, sand, prime and paint. (And please know when I say we, I really mean hubby.) I needed the house cleaned, top to bottom, right then and there. What the heck was going on with me? This behavior was so not me. I'm normally the biggest procrastinator on the planet. I've still got 3 months before he's born. Three entire months. That's plenty of time.
I really couldn't stop obsessing with getting the room done. And Hubby has made some amazing progress (pictures to follow)! We started painting today. And yes, this time I mean we as in both of us. Don't worry, we used a no VOC paint and I wore a mask for extra protection. The room needs a few more coats and he needs to lay down the flooring. I should be a happy girl. But something inside of me is twitching. It's not enough. We need to get more done and faster.
Ok, seriously. What is wrong with me? What makes a procrastinator turn her ways 180 degrees?
The answer is simple. Apparently, I'm nesting. I had heard the term before but I didn't really believe in it. I mean, come on. Nesting? I'm not a bird. I read up on it and was pretty shocked. It all sounds like me. Hooray, I'm not a freak! It's just one more amazing thing happening to my mind and body on my path to motherhood. Wow!
Hope you all had a great weekend!