Nesting, but not Squatting on Eggs Yet

It makes me a little batty when a woman, only 2 months after she gets knocked up, claims to be nesting. No, you are not nesting. You just have a wreck of a home and need to do something about it. What, you've started your baby registry at 11 weeks? No, you are not nesting. You just can't resist the pull of American materialism. Likewise, I don't really like being told I'm nesting. Not every action I take during the course of pregnancy is in response to some hormonal imbalance or primal instinct. Sometimes I fold laundry because I can't see the bedroom floor. Sometimes I clean down the sides of the stove because I can't find the source of the stink in the kitchen.

However, I am 36 weeks today and I am nesting... not nesting as in that sudden burst of energy in the hours before labor that sends a woman into her bathroom with a toothbrush and a cup of suds to scrub down that nasty crevice between the toilet and floor, but the nesting that sends a woman to her pantry to assess her supply of paper and plastic products so that she doesn't have to worry about the dishes for a couple weeks after the baby is born.

Yesterday I went to Kroger to stock up on plates, bowls, utensils, baby detergent, and more diapers. I also had Joe burn me a cd of some artist he was listening to that I thought was nice and relaxing and would be good for labor. Today I actually did put some laundry away. Hello, floor! Today, I also wrote my labor/birth/hospital/visiting/meals plan in which I let everyone know their role and established some boundaries that will hopefully help keep me sane while in the hospital and in the weeks following. This afternoon or tomorrow I will go to Babies R Us to get a third waterproof mattress pad because while Daniel is potty training, two covers between two kids won't be enough. Who knows, maybe tonight I'll pack a bag, burn more music, or wash the baby's clothes...

Sorry there's no picture. I'm not feeling too cute this week. Maybe tomorrow?