Building the Nest

This past month has made me a firm believer in the "nesting instinct" I read about in my pregnancy books. The nesting instinct is a sign that birth is approaching where some women feel the frantic need to get the house ready for the baby by cleaning, prepping, re-arranging the nursery, etc. I didn't quite believe it at first, but Peter pointed out to me that I am nesting like CRAZY these past few weeks.

Last night I scrubbed the kitchen for no reason. I've rearranged the baby's room three times. I can't stand a single bit of clutter on the floor. I actually make the bed. I think I'm driving my husband nuts.

Normally I am not that neat of a person; I usually let the apartment sit in a state of organized junk piles. But not right now... Peter walked in yesterday from playing frisbee, put his cleats on the floor, and I like freaked out. The shoes bugged me until I finally got up and put them in his closet. I've never felt so housewife-y in my life. I'm cleaning, planning and cooking meals, and baking like every night. I guess my maternal instincts are really kicking in? Or maybe I've lost it?

All I know is this baby better come soon! I don't think I can resist the urge to rearrange the baby's clothes again much longer...