Nesting, Part Deux

I have come a long way since the last time I posted about Nesting.

I have found both the blender and the bathroom trash can (and put them both to good use, I might add). Baby Girl's bed has been set up.

But ... the Nesting has been in full force the past two Saturdays. My mother says it's because Baby Girl is ready to come. I say it's because I was raised that Saturdays meant cleaning. I don't know what else to do but clean on Saturdays. I can't help it, it's genetic.

Last week, I went walking, made blueberry cornmeal pancakes, did six batches of laundry, unpacked countless boxes, got the shelving up in the bedroom (it is ugly, but functional for the moment), unpacked and washed the extra linens, re-organized the master bedroom closet, and organized Baby Girl's closet. Himself helped me assemble the stroller, unpack the car seat, relocate two bookcases (and then re-load all the books from said bookcases) and clean up the den (sort of - it still looks like he's taken over).

Today, we went adventuring to Target for another bookcase (for Baby Girl's room), trash cans, cleaning supplies and a mop (Himself flatly refuses to mop without one. I myself hold my mother's opinion that the only good mop is the rag you use to scrub the floor on your hands and knees - but I'm 9 months pregnant, so I'm not going to argue if Himself thinks he needs a mop). I went walking, made oatmeal for breakfast, did another six batches of laundry (lest you think two people can generate six batches in one week twice- three of those batches were Baby Girl-related - washing all her 0-6 months clothes, blankets, etc.), put the books, etc. on Baby Girl's bookshelves (which Himself set up), put the baby animal posters up in Baby Girl's room, scrubbed the bathroom (including the tub - no small feat at this stage), scrubbed the kitchen, re-organized the pantry, vacuumed and put all the laundry away.

Then I took a bath - the first one I've taken since I've been pregnant, and the first in the Hobbit Hole. It felt lovely, but I missed my nice big garden tub in Virginia that had arm rests and a back. The cramped cast iron one in the Hobbit Hole is no comparison, but it did help my backache.

I'm sitting now on the couch in my fluffy blue robe Himself gave me for Christmas, trying to decide if the fact that I completey neglected the living room means I should finish it tonight or save it for Monday.

Somehow, I think Monday might win. After all, one can only Nest so much in one day.