I Need a Nesting Intervention!

As I round the corner to the 39^th week, I find I’m in full-blown nesting phase. I’m sure this “nesting” manifests itself in various ways from pregnant woman to pregnant woman, although they’re all special unique forms of CRAZY. I find to my relief I’m no different. I’ve recently been blessed with this burst of manic energy, which is a welcome change to my sloth-like behavior over the past six weeks or so. I’m zooming around, getting things done again and feeling uber-productive! Yeah! Keep the adrenaline coming!

 

All of a sudden it’s become an emergency that the floors in my house aren’t sparkling. It’s as if I cannot clean them enough; I constantly feel like they’re filthy, which pisses my mom off.

Last week I ran out of Swiffer WetJet formula halfway through my 10^th lap around the kitchen floor and freaked out. My mom came in and yelled at me as I was on my hands and knees with a wet cloth, finishing the other half of the floor.

 

This week, I’ve devoted lots of time to the baby nursery (which by the way, is BEAUTIFUL, pictures coming up!) and I’ve washed every article of clothing she owns, twice. I spent several hours in there this past weekend, folding and refolding her clothes and rearranging her drawers. I’ve arranged all the newborn-three month clothes in the top drawer, and all the 3-6 months in the middle drawer. I’m finding I need more room in both drawers but I don’t want to split things up, lest it become confusing, thus causing me to become stressed out.

 

My MAIN area of crazy obsessive behavior, though, has been my scrapbooking project. From the looks of things, you’d think I was dying around June 21^st rather than having a baby. I’ve become OBSESSED with gathering and organizing every picture from every event over the last 4-5 years, and ive meticulously arranged them in chronological order, ready to be embellished on a pretty sheet of paper in a fancy album, documented for posterity. I’ve even gone so far as to buy Avery her very own pink album, and Gunnar a blue one.

For Gunnar’s book, I have pictures starting from the first day he came home. I have three of his baby teeth and two collars he outgrew in the past year. I’ve got his puppy graduation certificate and little pieces of toys he chewed up.  I’ve got so many pictures of his little butt doing so many cute things that I cant wait to get them all down on paper. I’ve even got his first birthday pages planned out; I just ened to actually DO them.

My plan for Avery’s book is to document both my pregnancy and the progressive changes in the nursery, month by month, along with all Avery’s ultrasounds and possibly, some of these blogs printed out and stuck in there. I just need to start it! I’ve got all the goods, I just need the motivation to get going! I’m so stressed out I won’t get it done before she’s here, and then I’ll have ALL the millions of pics and milestones to document and there won’t be any time. It’s so stressful thinking about it.

 

Not to mention, I can’t stop buying scrapbook stuff. I’m on this rampage to print out a copy of like, every picture taken over the past few years, and I cant stop stocking up on scrapbooky stuff from Michaels, so when I’m on maternity leave and cannot physically leave the house whenever I need to, I will have all the tools to work on this should I get a few minutes here and there.

What the hell’s the matter with me?

I’ve become so obsessed with taking pictures of EVERYTHING around the house, too, so much so that it’s become a running joke between Mikey and Mom. Whenever anything happens at all, they ask me if I’ve gotten it down for scrapbooking. So, people are noticing my obsessive compulsive problems. Hmmm. And here I thought I was being so cool about it…

Mikey has been kind enough, though, to turn a blind eye to the ever growing pile of scrapbook stuff in my “art studio” (read: the kitchen table, right in the freaken middle of everything.) I’ve slowly taken over the entire kitchen table, the top of Gunnar’s crate, a four drawer rollaway cart, and now certain kitchen chairs are designated to store things under the table. It’s taking over my life.

And I can’t stop!!

At least I know it’s a problem. The first step is denial, and I’m not denying I can’t quit scrapbooking. I’m such a nerd! If I’m like this BEFORE my daughter’s born, imagine what I’ll be like AFTER she’s born and I actually have somebody to take pictures of!

 

My mom tells me on the daily that once I have Avery, she’s taking me out to the backyard and kicking my ass. Duly noted.

My husband is secretly thanking his lucky stars that my mom moved in and is taking the brunt of my hormones, and he doesn’t have to deal directly with the Crazy.  Lucky him. I’d love to take a quick vacation from myself!