Or nesting? Who knows…
At the present time, I’m enjoying blaming all my shortcomings/weird behaviors on being pregnant. Forgot to pay that bill? Well, it’s because baby is taking all my brain cells.
At almost 32 weeks pregnant, I find myself in a neurotic state of nesting where EVERYTHING seems so DIRTY. I’m barely working, I spend lots of time cleaning, yet find myself appalled at the state of my apartment. You can decide what categories this morning’s activities fall into:
- washing out the inside of the garbage can
- getting on my hands and knees to spot clean the carpet in the baby room
- getting on my hands and knees to scrub the silver casing around our sliding glass door. Why…? (it was pretty dirty though)
- vacuuming the hair off the cat (okay, I made that one up)
And that’s just today. The other day I decided that after three years of living in our apartment, the inside of our kitchen cupboard doors needed to be washed. RIGHT NOW.