Nesting

Boy, has it hit. Yesterday I woke up (after a rather sleepless night, no less!) with this incredibly driving need to make the house nice. And by nice, I don't mean just picked up and tidy. No, yesterday was spent doing some serious cleaning. The kitchen got cleaned quite literally from top to bottom. Clutter on flat surfaces - begone!!! Chores that I usually only do once or twice a year got moved to the front of the list, and then actually completed. I even washed the front door. No kidding. It just seemed very important, somehow!

Gabe and my mom tell me that I did the same thing with Jonathan, (a few times, actually) when I was in the last few weeks. So I have no idea when Thomas will actually choose to arrive, but I'm enjoying this newfound energy. I rather hope it will last, because I still have a pretty long list of "things to do before Thomas arrives". :)

And tomorrow is Saturday! Poor Gabe - one aspect of me feeling "nesty" is that I have this rather overpowering urge to say "please do this! And this! And this! And this! And can you please hurry?!" I'm trying to curb it...really I am... :)