nesting

My first trimester lethargy is morphing into a second trimester sense of anxiety over the state of our house. It's messy. It's disorganized. We need to get some painting done before the baby comes. We have to get ready. That's beginning to be my mantra: we have to get ready.

I always get this way when I am pregnant. When Henry was born, my water broke in the middle of the night. I called the OB, who said to come to his office at 9am, so between middle of the night and 9am, I scrubbed the bath tub and folded abd refolded baby clothes, all the while weeping to my husband that WE HAD TO GET READY FOR THE BABY!!!!!!!