The Irony of Nesting in the Third Trimester

I’ve been feeling adventurous lately but it has nothing to do with hiking the Appalachian Trail, cliff diving or bungee jumping. It’s all the way on the other side of the adventure scale… the side that’s labeled domestic. With less than SIX WEEKS from my due date, I’ve turned into a

pregnant

nesting

ninja.

While it totally makes sense that nesting happens towards the end of pregnancy, it’s also damn ironic. Why?

Because I’m sore.

Because I make sound effects like uuuhh and owwww every time I get up from all the “round ligament pain” crap.

Because I’m now waddling from carrying around what feels like an oompla loompa in my uterus.

But yet the last stage of pregnancy is the time that women go nuts with preparing nurseries, cleaning closets and scrubbing showers with impeccable speed. For those who had this nesting stuff happen in the “golden” second trimester, consider yourself lucky!

I, however, am hunkering down at 34 weeks pregnant. In the past weeks, my mad nesting ninja skills have led me to whip around the kitchen with a sponge in one hand and a bottle of Seventh Generation All-Purpose Spray in the other scrubbing off every last spec of dried spaghetti sauce and no-named spots.

I sliced and diced the stacks of paper in our computer room– filing, tossing and shredding.

This weekend I wielded a giant shampooer and cleaned the carpets. And yes, *I* did the shampooing while Daddy Roo worked on the fireplace project he started eight months ago. To his credit, he did shampoo the stairs and the couch. The amount of dirt, dog hair and other muck we pulled out of the carpet makes me wanna freaking do that every week. Disgusting!

And though I haven’t acted on it (yet), I get this urge to pack up half the things in my closet EVERY TIME I pull a shirt off the hanger. I’m fighting the urge right this second to go grab and box and get that crap out of here.

(As an aside, within TWO days of shampooing the carpet and couch, Trajan the Yellow Lab puked on the carpet and my POTTY TRAINED Big Roo peed on the couch. I mean… seriously?!)

This doesn’t even include what I consider the “fun” part of nesting like…

… washing Big Roo’s old baby clothes with a few new things tossed in for good measure…

… picking out bedding for Big Roo’s new twin bed and Little Roo’s crib…

… trying to make their rooms look halfway put together before I go into labor.

Aaaah nesting. It’s exhausting when I’m already exhausted. It’s frantic when I’m already frantic about having just SIX WEEKS left (yes, the number of weeks is worth mentioning again).

But tomorrow when I grunt and groan as I roll out of bed, at least I’ll feel some sense of accomplishment. At least until that bedroom closet starts calling me again.

Tagged as: crazy mom, gotta clean this house, nesting, Pregnancy