I didn’t really realize that nesting was a legit thing until I started to go through it. Which was like yesterday. I don’t know if that’s early, or late, or just on time, but all of a sudden I have all this vim and vigor (Vim! Vigor!) to get things done around the house. The laundry is getting washed and folded quicker, put away within 48 hours of its being folded as opposed to 72, the kitchen is staying clean, I’m making to-do lists and actually crossing things off of them (not having them as mere suggestion!), and I want to scrub toilets, bathtubs, and dust corners that have not been dusted in eons like it’s my job. So, there is most definitely something to the term “nesting.” Luckily, husband is on board too (and I love him desperately for it). When I scheduled carpet cleanings for a bunch of the bedrooms, including the soon-to-be nursery, he emptied it from top to bottom, took measurements of the closet, and is going to build some shelving system in there any day now. We’ve got a trip to Ikea planned, a new faucet on the way, a crib to be picked up, showers to be had (baby showers, but we will also clean ourselves), graduations to celebrate, summer jobs to snag (the kids, not me), and a birth class to begin. My oh my. I am actually quite excited about all of it. The sun is staying out longer, the days are getting warmer, and the promise of BBQ’s looms in the not-so-distant future. And in the meantime, this sweet little baby’s kicks (which are still sweet… have yet to be be accompanied by, “Ow! Watch it! That’s my bladder! Want me to kick your bladder?”) keep me company. Life is good.