Things have hit a frenetic pace here in the last week or so. I am now nearing the 37 1/2 weeks pregnant mark (I guess half weeks are relevant at this point) and I’m on a nesting frenzy. I never experienced this with pregnancy number one, so it’s kind of caught me off guard.
Those who know me well know that my household cleaning standards are pretty relaxed. I’m not a pig, but I don’t sweat a bench that’s not spotless, a couple of things that need to be washed up, or a few items of clothes on the bedroom floor. But now? Watch out, rogue crumb on the bench! Is that a speck of dust on the floor? Quick somebody hold me back! I suddenly have the urge to dust all the picture rails and frame tops.
And everything must be done now. At a blistering fast pace (well as blistering fast as a 37 1/2 week pregnant lady can manage). So this is how clean freaks feel everyday of the week? It’s a mix of virtuous self-congratulations and a eagle-eyed state of readiness.
By 7.30am I’d washed up, packed the dishwasher, pulled the sheets of the beds and put them in to wash, put a load of clothes on, wiped down the benches and packed my hospital bag. I’m resting now by blogging and am about to hang out said washing and then might have to take the boy and myself out to the park, just to try and relax!
I had been feeling very on edge before this was done, but since its now mostly sorted I’ve been able to get in a positive mindset and am ready to welcome this baby boy and start the two child juggle. Maybe this nesting is a much-needed part of the process this time? Preparing me for the frenetic pace of life with my two boys.
I’ve got two days of work left next week and a couple of freelance stories to finish off, as well as all the nesting and the chasing after the boy. So maybe then I’ll be ready to put my feet up. Or maybe, the baby will just decide to come just when I’m ready to relax!
Whatever way it goes, I’m ready!