The day before my shower I knew I was going to have a lot of baby things to organize the following day. And even though the nursery was basically all cleaned and organized, I felt like I just wanted the rest of the house to be clean as well. So I spent my Friday night cleaning the house. I finished folding the laundry, thinking I was done for the evening. Then I would think to myself, "Well, I'll just clean the floors, and then I'll be done." So I'd mop the floors, and then think to myself, "I need to organize my desk." So I'd do that, and then think of something else I wanted to finish. It was pretty much nonstop until about 11, when I finally decided to call it a night, and crawl into bed after getting about 5 hours of sleep the night before (3rd trimester insomnia has decided to show up lately).
The next day was my shower. I got home and after we unloaded everything, it looked like Babies R Us had exploded in the nursery and living room. In the 4.5 hours between my shower and a friend's 30th birthday party later that evening, I took everything out of the packaging, began the big job of washing all the clothes and blankets, and organized everything. During this time, I could barely stand because my feet hurt so badly. But it was like I was a machine. Something was driving me, and I wasn't going to stop until the nursery was perfectly organized.
We went to the birthday party, and got home around 10. Instead of relaxing or going to bed like I probably should have, I couldn't leave the laundry alone. I was only halfway done doing the first 2 loads of Scarlett's laundry, and I didn't let myself go to sleep until those two loads were organized by size and type, and put away in her closet or dresser. I finally got to bed around 1.
Organizing the first load...
Scarlett's closet. these are mostly her newborn and 0-3 month clothes. We might have to add another rod in the closet!
The days following have been much the same. I've been cleaning and organizing the house, trying to finish up the assignments for the last 2 weeks of my summer class, writing thank-yous, etc.
Last night I woke up right before 4:00, and all I could think about was the fact that I needed to scrub my bathtub/shower, and my kitchen cabinets. I couldn't get back to sleep, and had to talk myself out of getting out of bed and doing it right then. And then it took me an hour and a half to get back to sleep.
I don't know if I'm nesting based on my actual biological instinct to nest, or just my intellectual realization that Scarlett will be here so soon! ...Actually it's probably a bit of both. But it is certainly strange for me! I am such a procrastinator, and normally not a clean freak at all.
It feels like something shifted inside of me right before the shower. Seeing all of that baby stuff made everything else so real. And my brain has turned into nothing more than one long to-do list, and my life mission for the next 6 weeks or so is to check off every last item.
And it's not just cleaning and organizing. I just feel driven to do everything I can to prepare for this baby! In the few times this week that I've let myself sit down and rest, I've been reading books about birth and babies like crazy.
I've also developed an obsession with Baby Magic, and can't help but squeeze a little onto my hands whenever I'm in the nursery. It makes me feel like she's already here, I guess.
So I guess this is nesting? All I know is I wish I could bottle it up so I'd have some left after she's born! I feel like that guy in Limitless after he takes those magic little pills. I would be unstoppable if I could feel this motivated all the time! I'm at least trying to enjoy being this productive while it lasts.