There are so many things on my ‘to do’ list for around the house that I’m hoping the nesting urge will kick in sometime soon. If it doesn’t there is no way I am going to get everything I need to get done before #4 arrives. And I’m not even talking frivolous nesting activities like scrubbing baths or washing windows (though goodness knows both my bath and my windows could use some of that). I’m talking the ‘we need to make space to fit an extra person into this house somewhere’ kind of tasks.
Top of the list is getting rid of stuff.
De-cluttering – will I ever be done will this?
I need to sort through all my clothes, and get rid of heaps of them. I know, being a gazzilion weeks pregnant, extremely rotund around the middle and only having three pieces of clothing that actually fit you is probably not the best time, or frame of mind, to be culling your wardrobe, but it has to be done. It has to be done so that when I find the energy to sort though the twenty million (do you see a trend in over exaggeration here today?) boxes of baby stuff I have somewhere to put all the blankets, and nappies and clothes and related baby junk.
I also needs to de-junk the house in general. There will be visitors when this baby arrives, not least of which those who are coming to look after the other three picklebums while #4 makes his or her momentous appearance. And those people would probably like somewhere to sleep… somewhere that is not piled high garbage bags full of material and piles of books and a rock collection, plus the odd dinosaur. There is nothing worse than sharing the sofa bed with a spiky dinosaur.
Ah yes thee is much nesting to be done….. except that I am not sure that I really believe in the concept of nesting.
Sure, I did a LOT of laundry while I waited ever so patiently for Muski to be born, but that was only because my computer died and I had nothing better to do. I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything that even remotely resembled nesting before the girls arrived… in fact I seem to recall we didn’t have a lounge room floor around about then and stepping on the dirt between the beams every time you need to get to the kitchen or bath room isn’t really conducive to cleaning.
If nesting is a real thing then exactly when can I expect it to kick in?
Maybe I am just deficient in nesting genes. Or maybe I subconsciously suppress the urge because I already know I would suck at it? Or perhaps it is just the fact that it is suddenly become winter here and dark cold days are way more conducive to hibernating than nesting.
So enlighten me dear readers? Did you nest?
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