Let The Nesting Begin

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

This line speaks so true of what these last two weeks have been and what the next five weeks will be. As time passes, I'm getting more and more uncomfortable. Sleep is depreciating and has become an unenjoyable event. This pregnancy has quietly slipped into that phase that every pregnant woman experiences...aches, pains, pokes, prods, breathlessness, ridiculously frequent pees and so on. Hence, the worst of times.

With each day that passes, I get more and more excited to meet this little freeloader. And I am LOVING my state of mind lately...I thrive on organization and crossing things off lists. I had let some things fall to the wayside in the past few weeks, but I'm starting to make up for lost time. Panic with regards to the labour has yet to set in, but panic with regards to the state of our house and our affairs has been kicked into high gear. On Sunday night, I sat down and wrote out a HUGE list of things that need to be taken care of in the next few weeks. Because I love to write lists, I first wrote out one draft and then re-organized it based on the order of importance and looming deadlines. And I'm pleased to say that I've been kicking some ass this week.

Between taking care of my parents' rental properties, checking on their house, sorting out their bill payment fiasco at City Hall (which will now require three trips down there to get it straightened out), getting our basement belongings back from the flood restoration company (yay!), finishing the paint in Baby's room, buying the finishing touches for the basement bathroom and about eight other "situations" to clear up, it has been a busy three days. Mixed in with all of this craziness, I've managed to clean out and re-organize a few cupboards in the kitchen (I want the kitchen totally cleaned and purged by the end of next week), plus the regular home stuff of laundry, dishes, cooking and caring for Joel. Like I said, things have been kicked into high gear.

Even yesterday morning's spotting scare didn't really slow me down. I stopped doing the physical stuff, but did what I could over the phone or the computer. And it is driving me nuts that I can't get downstairs to start re-organizing the basement stuff. It's all sitting in boxes or bags and I'm literally itching to get it all back into place. But Mike keeps reminding me that the stuff is not going anywhere and to just take it easy for a day or so. That is so much easier said than done.

Normally, I'm happy to take a break and put my feet up. But lately, I feel like a mental patient in that I'm going to end up rocking in the corner and humming if I can't get these things done and crossed off the list. I think I need to sit down with the list one more time and re-organize it into what NEEDS to be done before Baby arrives and what can be done after. Even if I have to be sitting, writing out the lists will at least keep me entertained and make me feel like I'm doing something :-)