Lucy Lime

SO this whole pregnancy thing pisses me off. Something is supposed to happen to me called NESTING. Unfortunately, it didn't happen with son number one and it is not going on with son number two.

I have decided to be proactive.

I am forcing myself to nest. You see, I have this disorder. I am not sure if it has a name but whenever I get mad, I clean. I purposely tried to work myself up into a frenzy today so I could partake in a little self-induced nesting.

I petered out after an hour.

WHY CAN'T I NEST? People promised me it would happen last time and they are all LIARS!

Labels: cleaning, nesting, pregnancy

The mother and a few of the friends have asked about a baby registry. I have to say that I am less than thrilled at the thought of looking through baby items. Most expectant mothers are elated for that sort of task but not I. I find shopping utterly boring and when I look around my home and see a billion things cluttering each room, the thought of registering for more things, no matter how needed or mighty useful they would be, overwhelms me.

I am hoping against hope that the nesting thing will kick in during this pregnancy. It didn't the first time around. But this time I am uber sensitive to gore (murdering cockroaches, cat vomit, the litterbox), sad movie previews (I cried at The Pursuit of Happyness preview), inspiring moments in sports history (don't ask!) and Air Supply.

Yeah, bad news.

So perhaps this time I will actually get that nesting thing, clean out my house and be eager to accept new clutter in my home. Ah, I think I will list more items on Freecycle so that I feel good about sharing my clutter with someone else.

I'll get on that after I take a nap.

Labels: baby, cleaning, Freecycle, pregnancy, shopping