Driving myself (and everybody else) crazy
What is "nesting?"
I like this descripton:
"Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world.
Females of the animal kingdom are all equipped with this same need. It is a primal instinct. Just as you see birds making their nests, mothers-to-be do exactly the same thing. The act of nesting puts you in control and gives a sense of accomplishment toward birth. You may become a homebody and want to retreat into the comfort of home and familiar company, like a brooding hen. The nesting urge can also be seen as a sign of the onset of labor when it occurs close to 40 weeks of pregnancy." (from pregnancyweekly.com)
I have hit the nesting phase rather early this time around.
Oh, boy, have I.
I wonder if it's because I moved, because I'm having a girl this time, or both. All I know is that I lie awake at night staring at the ceiling, feet wiggling, because I keep thinking of things that aren't completed yet. I feel guilty for lying there and getting sleep since there is SO much yet to be done.
I broke down into tears this afternoon while I stood in the middle of our box-filled garage. I still can't find our lampshades, my lemon zesters, and some of Gardner's clothes. I am starting to panic, wondering if those particular boxes fell off of a truck and are now laying at the side of the road somewhere, or whether they're lost for good (even though I still can't figure out how that'd happen, seeing as we moved ourselves instead of hiring a company to do it).
I still have a long way to go if this is the way it's going to be until the baby's birth. Maybe it will all fade away once I get fully unpacked, and I can begin doing the fun stuff (such as washing and putting away all of the tiny pink outfits, hats, and socks).
I like this descripton:
"Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world.
Females of the animal kingdom are all equipped with this same need. It is a primal instinct. Just as you see birds making their nests, mothers-to-be do exactly the same thing. The act of nesting puts you in control and gives a sense of accomplishment toward birth. You may become a homebody and want to retreat into the comfort of home and familiar company, like a brooding hen. The nesting urge can also be seen as a sign of the onset of labor when it occurs close to 40 weeks of pregnancy." (from pregnancyweekly.com)
I have hit the nesting phase rather early this time around.
Oh, boy, have I.
I wonder if it's because I moved, because I'm having a girl this time, or both. All I know is that I lie awake at night staring at the ceiling, feet wiggling, because I keep thinking of things that aren't completed yet. I feel guilty for lying there and getting sleep since there is SO much yet to be done.
I broke down into tears this afternoon while I stood in the middle of our box-filled garage. I still can't find our lampshades, my lemon zesters, and some of Gardner's clothes. I am starting to panic, wondering if those particular boxes fell off of a truck and are now laying at the side of the road somewhere, or whether they're lost for good (even though I still can't figure out how that'd happen, seeing as we moved ourselves instead of hiring a company to do it).
I still have a long way to go if this is the way it's going to be until the baby's birth. Maybe it will all fade away once I get fully unpacked, and I can begin doing the fun stuff (such as washing and putting away all of the tiny pink outfits, hats, and socks).
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