I can’t say whether or not the nesting instinct was real for me. The problem with me is, I’m always “nesting.” On any given day you can find me cleaning or organizing something. So whether or not the nesting instinct kicked in, I couldn’t say for sure.
There was one day, when I was about 6 months pregnant, when I decided that my spices needed reorganizing so, with the help of Pinterest, I came up with this little jewel:
Pretty cool, huh?
But that’s really not so uncommon for me. For instance, just last month I asked for a deep freezer for my birthday for the sole purpose of doing this:
Which led to
And that’s how I spent my birthday. That’s how I wanted to spend my birthday. I am a sick person.
And I am not pregnant.
But there was one day in March, when I was 38 weeks pregnant, when I found myself climbing up on counters, chairs and step-stools so I could clean hard-to-reach places. I cleaned all the blinds and windowsills in my house, I polished the cabinet doors, cleaned the tops of the cabinets, and even scrubbed down the top of the refrigerator.
Was I nesting? Maybe. I went into labor the very next day, 2 weeks early, so it’s very possible. But it’s also possible that my typical crazy just kicked in. It happens from time to time.
If I was nesting, I wish my instincts would have been more practical. When my water broke very early the next morning, I refused to leave for the hospital until I had the laundry in the dryer folded, another load going in the washer, and the dishwasher cleaned out. So I waddled around the house with a towel stuck between my legs getting those things done. Polished cabinets just aren’t very useful when they’re not filled with clean dishes.
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