Nesting Instinct My Ass

[sakon76]

So, multiple people have told me "oh, you'll know your time is near when the nesting instinct kicks in."

Except, how am I supposed to tell the difference between this purported nesting instinct and "goddamn it, I am tired of not having had a kitchen/office floor/coffee table/dining room table for the last month"?

Two kitchen cabinets reorganized (one yesterday, one today); one and a half more to go. Homes have been found for the stand mixer and the crockpot, which was the purpose of the reorganization. The cutting boards' new place is still pending. Wonderful Husband, meantime, is putting up more curtain rails and then potentially the rest of the smoke alarms. "Only" 89 degrees inside thus far.

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[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

*snerk* I knew the nesting instinct had kicked in when I couldn't stop cleaning. I was tired, I needed to rest, and I couldn't stop. That's when the hubby stepped in, thank goodness. But it was a dramatic difference between finishing the cleaning of the house and obsessively refolding all the diapers and blankets and counting the onesies and socks, then repacking the suitcase about a dozen times, each time with a new outfit for the baby. It was so weird. You'll know the difference if it happens to you.

BTW, it only happened with the first kid. The next two? Ha, no. I packed the suitcase once and left it, and the nursery was ready to go and stayed that way. Of course, I had a three-year old to keep track of, and so no room for the 'nesting'.

Stay cool! The hardest part about summer babies was dealing with the heat.