The Nesting Instinct

This is an ironic post after my last post, but hey what can you do. I've officially hit the point in pregnancy where logic is ruled out and the nesting instinct kicks in and takes over your life. This morning I laid in bed until about 9:45. Yes, my kids were up, and yes, I even had an extra one here, but they were all happily playing in Lucy's room across the hall, so I took the liberty to relax a little, even though Jack came to visit every 5 minutes. After the last two weeks or running around like a panicked ostrich while playing the one car game, it felt so good to get to stay home for a morning.

So, after rolling out of bed, I grabbed my trusty note book and headed down the stairs for breakfast. I poured myself a nice bowl of Cocoa Puffs and a glass of milk and sat down to the table with a pen in hand. What did I do? I wrote out a to do list of course, what did you expect. I told you I'm OCD. Today's list was a little different, not only did I write out things I wanted to accomplish in the day, but I wrote them with a time schedule to see if that would help me stay on task a little better. Guess what, it worked! The only problem is I'm always a little too ambitious in the mornings, and I for sure did more today than my doctor, husband, or mother would have allowed me to do if I were supervised. For your entertainment, I've scanned in a copy of today's list. I apologize that it might be a little difficult to read since most of the items have been crossed out since they actually got done.

Now that I look back over it I realize the only thing that I didn't actually do was fold laundry (big surprise, I HATE LAUNDRY!). Oh, and I guess I didn't mop any rooms since I was waiting for Shawn to get home with my swiffer juice. Those things will happen today. I did rearrange the furniture in the Master bedroom to make room for the cradle which I brought up from the basement and assembled. Moving our big dresser to the other side of the room definitely wouldn't be approved by my doctor, and climbing monkey style on my bed and entertainment center to dust the top of it wouldn't have been smiled on either. It was so satisfying though! I also vacuumed the entire house twice. After the first round I realized I have the carpet setting set for a shag, and our house definitely needed a closer setting, so I did it all again. I love how clean everything is right now.

I don't feel bad for way over doing it, last I heard (which was more than a week ago) I wasn't dilated at all, so I need to do what I can to encourage this little girl to get moving. I went to the mall a couple nights ago and did some speed shopping (since I was suppose to be getting dinner for Shawn), as I buzzed my way through the crowds I definitely realized I'm to the point that I could push it hard enough to start labor. That was a happy realization. I'm feeling a walk to Baskin Robins coming on in a week or so, that should do the trick.