Nesting

It's like moving, but almost worse. I have packed up/thrown out so much crap. Stuff I haven't used in forever and is taking up space in my house. It's an obsession. As I am typing, I'm looking at all the unnecessary clutter surrounding this computer. I'm impatient for repairs to get done on my house. We need new base boards, we need a wall repaired, we'd like to fix the bathroom downstairs. I want it done NOW. Not so I can sell the house and buy a new one, but because once this baby comes, we wont' have the time OR money to get it done.

It's a strange feeling. Packing all your stuff and not going anywhere. It's almost as if part of my identity (the messy, cluttered part of it) is FINALLY being put away. I am becoming more organized. I should have done it long ago, for myself. But none of this is for me. It's so this baby can live comfortably. Maybe it's because I know we're going to start having more visitors in a few months, and the house needs to be kept up.

I hear it's something every new mom goes through. But seriously. If you saw my house before and came back to see it now, you'd wonder who moved in.

I think it's driving my husband crazy. I'm making him put his dirty clothes in a hamper and his clean ones in the dresser. Not both of them on the floor. I'm "making" him become a neater, more organized person too. I'm pretty sure he understands what I'm going through. He knew what a planner I was long before we got pregnant....he HAD to realize what this kind of life changing event was going to do to me! It's taken all my strength not to go buy the crib yet and put it up in the baby's room. I did pick out colors today. We're going to do the main color a sage-ish green, and accent in either blue or pink.

Hey, at least I'm not getting crazy yelling at him or crying over every little thing. Maybe that's because he does what I ask him to without much pushing. He must know better...