"Nesting" ya...ok

After spending my $45 wad of Canadian Tire money I managed to walk away with a little stack of Rubbermaid storage containers and a few more odds and ends. I am thrilled that I got most all of my items for FREE....saving Canadian Tire money does pay off....I am even more thrilled that my nesting, purging, basement clutter cleaning has begun. I have spent the shreds of my last 2 evenings getting my basement back to working order. My car is full of bags and boxes that are going to the thrift store. My daughters clothes are no longer in random bags and boxes strewn all over my basement they are now in itemized boxes that are neatly labelled with the sizes. I have also brought a bag of newborn clothes and paraphernalia that I will soon need to our bedroom. We will be sharing our sanctuary with a little being soon enough. I was thinking as I laid my head down last night that my full nights of sleep are drawing to a close. Anyhow we have a little shelf especially for the baby and the cradle is ready to be taken up there as well.
    All this purging and organizing feels so good I must admit and I do know that I feel this way pregnant or not. Whenever I get in the mood to organize and purge, I always end feeling so satisfied. I’m not really sure why they call this phase “nesting” it sounds more like a syndrome when you say that. I am simply thinking of my impending life changing, crazy ass scheduleless, mind and mood altering life. This life I speak of hasn’t completely arrived yet but I know it is coming so it only seems fitting to prepare. Right? I am being smart or proactive even. I am not responding to a crazy lady syndrome of pregnancy. I am simply using my precious time wisely only to help my future. So pre cooking meals and baking for the freezer are simply tasks that I am doing to ease my life....When I think of me doing these things as a result of nesting it makes me feel like I am some barefoot, bulging pregnant lady in the kitchen with flour in my rats nest of a hair doo. Oh and I must have the look of frantic I need meds for this “nesting syndrome” on my face. Sheesh! Am I just losing my mind and now making myself look like this crazy pregnant lady? Or are there others out there that feel like we should take a stand for our pregnant asses? We are not simply a walking syndrome. I have swollen feet syndrome, I have I eat too much sweets syndrome, insomnia syndrome, bitchy syndrome, oh it’s just the hormones syndrome, oh your way too fat to pick that up let me get it for you syndrome, let’s organize our life so we have some sort of sanity and peace syndrome otherwise known as “nesting”. What the hell. I’m pregnant and that is all.
   Seems to me I may be losing my mind a bit but we’ll blame it on living in a town with only one road in.