I had never heard of nesting in relation to human beings until about a year ago when a girl I knew was pregnant. She said she was nesting. I wondered what in the world she was talking about. I envisioned her sitting in the middle of a pile of hay somewhere making a bed for her baby. Weird, weird, weird. She explained that she was only focused on readying the house for her knew arrival. All her concentration was centered around cleaning, painting, and organizing.
Just last week, I went into organization mode. That is very unusual for me. I am not the organized half of our union. Let me give you an example of just how disorganized I really am. Just before Tracy and I got married, we were going through my room trying to purge when Tracy discovered my filing system. It was positioned neatly at the end of my bed with a quiet lovely piece of fabric draped across it. As far as anyone was concerned, it was a table of sorts. However, upon removing the piece of cloth one would find that it wasn’t a table at all, it was a vaccuum cleaner box. Well, I could hide it from Tracy no longer…I had to let him see what was inside the box. He opened it and found that instead of using my filing cabinet and folders to manage my credit card statements, bank statements, car payment receipts, old birthday cards, etc. I was just throwing them all into the vaccuum cleaner box, neatly closing it and placing the quiet lovely piece of fabric back on top of it. Instant table. Tracy pleaded with me to have this worked out before we said “I do.” So, I think this well illustrates that I am really good at giving the outward appearance of organization, but deep down, everything is a mess.
Anyway, back to last week. I knew something had gone awry when I began cleaning out closets, neatly folding clothes in my chest of drawers, buying shelves to organize shoes (I even put the shelves together), and just basically running through the house like a machine. The nesting conversation that I had with my friend about a year ago popped into my head. I decided to go online and look up nesting, just so I could fully understand what was happening to me. Here is just a piece of what I found out…
Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the “nesting” instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one’s house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world. Nesting brings about some unique and seemingly irrational behaviors in pregnant women and all of them experience it differently.
Pay close attention to that last sentence and the words “irrational behavior.” For me, having an intense desire to clean and organize closets is irrational. That’s why closets have doors, you throw things in and close those doors – the appearance of organization but without all the effort. Not only have I had an insatiable urge to organize closets, but I have also decided that next week, I am going to organize and clean the entire kitchen. That means going through the junk drawer, the utensil drawer, and even that drawer that I never really open (not sure what’s in there). I have also informed Tracy of all the colors that I would like the house to be repainted in – blue for the living room, khaki and taupe for the nursery, khaki for the kitchen. I am going to create an oasis – serenity is the goal. Not only that, but I would like to have new kitchen countertops and a new dining room table. Whew! I don’t know how all this is going to end. Tracy wants me to hurry up and get all this done, he’s in heaven. He loves organization. I think he’s afraid that if I don’t keep working, I will lose my momentum.
It definitely appears that here I am in the middle of the nesting phase of pregnancy. Hopefully, I can stay focused and get my nest comfortably finished before our baby bird arrives.