Oh friends, the nesting bug has hit....HARD!
I don't want to clean my house.
I don't want to prepare food.
I don't want to tackle the fast growing mountain of laundry.
I don't want to bathe the kids.
I don't want to homeschool.
Its not that I don't want to do those things in a bad mom sort of way. Of course I do them. But my mind is preoccupied by the strange hormone released in the third trimester that tells your body to nest like the future of the planet depends on it.
I want to sew like crazy!
I want to organize!
I want to make things cute (hard to do when you don't want to clean).
I want to make way too many handmades for Felicity's 5th birthday that's just around the corner.....
and Kian's 3rd birthday which follows shortly after hers.
I want to make all my Christmas handmades before the baby is born!
I want to strip the diapers...
and sort baby clothes!
I want to finish sewing the baby diapers...
and the wipes...
and the quilts...
and the tiny outfits!!!!
Yes, nesting has hit me like a ton of bricks!!! I ignored the urges for a few days. I had too much to do. I couldn't stop and nest. But even then, those hormones that tell our bodies just what's important slipped into my subconscious and I'd find myself organizing my hand sewing basket, or making peg gnomes for Kian's birthday, late at night. I just couldn't help it. By Thursday, I fully gave in. Zac was expected home that evening. I called him and warned him of my hormonal shift and told him he may want to rent a movie to watch on his computer as he sat next to me while I cut wipes out of every scrap of flannel I could get my hands on. I warned him there was laundry on the couch, and the children were grungy, and it would be nice if he could do school with them on Friday. My sweet husband, he just laughed and asked me why I warn him and apologize. And so, I gave in to the wonderful hormones God gives a woman who's arms will be full of newborn squishy goodness in just 11 short weeks.
And I nested!