For Lack of a Proper Nesting Instinct

To all of you belly doubters out there, see for yourself (37 weeks):

It’s big, it’s heavy, it makes it hard for me to sleep at night, (but for some reason I don’t have any trouble napping during the day…). And as far as I can tell it’s only going to get bigger before it gets smaller, because I am still HUNGRY.

I’m talking “eat-a-second-dinner” hungry. “Wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-hungry” hungry. “Eat-more-than-your-husband” hungry. Hungry.

At my most recent OB checkup my doctor said the baby had gained a whole pound over the last week (up to about 7 lbs.). My own weight stayed the same, which I thought was pretty cool.

She also told me he has a really big head, she said it several times during the ultrasound. I don’t know why she felt the need to emphasize that bit of information, you’d think a woman OB who is also a mother would know better.

I, in turn, asked her not to perform a routine episiotomy.

Now that I’m nearing the end of my second pregnancy, it is seeming to me that I just don’t get into that whole nesting mode. I didn’t really with Ellie, and I haven’t yet this time around. In fact, I tend to start cleaning even less than normal.

It’s really too bad, too. Because I would love a clean house. I have lots of cleaning projects in my head, I just don’t have the motivation to do them. Instead, I seem to have more of a grooming instinct, where I decide to wear more jewelry and make-up and take better care of my skin than I was before. Hmm…wonder what that says about me as a mom.

Only just this week I realized that I should probably go ahead and unpack the baby clothes and wash them, before, you know, the baby gets here.

In addition to my extra primping, I obsessively research things I am wanting to buy on the internet. Last time it was cloth diapers. When I was pregnant with Ellie I spent a lot of hours in the middle of the night browsing cloth diaper websites. This time around it’s sippy cups. Let me tell you, there is a lot of information on the web about sippy cups.

Maybe this happens because the birth of my babies also means a visit from family. Which means we can buy things not available here and have them brought over for us. Maybe it’s just my brand of crazy.

Luckily for me, Jason seems to have picked up the slack. Just last week he put a wood floor down in our main room, bought and installed a washing machine for me, and fixed a beautiful Chinese lantern in Ellie’s room. Now, if only I could get him to wash the baby clothes.

A vendor at the market said I looked like I had dropped. I sure hope so. I’m hoping for the first week of March, but you know, the last week of February wouldn’t be so bad either.