I’ve been cleaning, organizing, and rearranging like craaaaaaaazy around here. So much for my ‘normal week’ ambitions. But in my book, this is far better! I’m ordering my world, woo hoo! Feels like its been months. Throughout my travels from room to room, I’ve randomly wondered if God just knows something I don’t and that’s why my nesting instinct is kicking into high gear so early — perhaps in His merciful foresight, He sees the circumference of my 36-week belly and decides better of waiting till that point in time.
In my frenzy, however, I haven’t left much time for sitting on the floor and playing trucks with Jones. He’s been keeping himself busy with drums, the neighbor girls, and “Nemo,” and hardly seems to miss my emotional presence, though. He still calls out to get confirmation from me on a truck, animal, fish, or book, and will come running to get kisses if he gets an “ow.” Again, as I travel between rooms, I randomly daydream about doing whatever he wants to do for the day. It seems utterly ridiculous to type that out — just do it today, Jamie. Do it right now. (I would, but the neighbor girls are here, and this is a strict ‘bye bye mom’ time in Jones’s world. He pushes me out of the room and closes the door.. ha!)
Whether its because of my beloved Floradix or the foreknowledge of God Almighty (or both), I’m enjoying the reprieve from the constant tiredness and a really dirty house.
When you were pregnant, what do you remember of your nesting instict? Any crazy weird things you did, like cleaning shot glasses with a toothbrush? (FYI, I have NOT done that.. yet.) (Dudes, if there are indeed any of you out there, you can answer for your wives.)