Nesting Stories
Today I was cleaning the house with my kids and after getting a little bit OCD this week (scrubbing my stove with a toothbrush), I was reminded of going through something like that when I was nesting. That usually set in for the last three months of pregnancy, but there have been times I really wish I could get that urge to clean something to the point of sterilazation. I think what makes nesting so humorous is that you feel these things are imperative prior to the baby entering your house. She will definately notice that you alphabetized all your books or that you deep cleaned and organized the food storage. *eyes rolling*
Just before Isaac was born I had very little energy (lots of false labor) but I found time in the week before he was born to organize our built in book shelf filled with romance novels by color.
Just before Jesse was born, I could not go to bed one night until one of the dogs had a bath. I insisted she be given a bath and Curtis refused (he being the one with a normal brain at the moment). In a huge huff, I lugged the dog into the bathroom, threw her in the tub and scrubbed and scrubbed until she'd lost half a bushel of hair. I'm pretty sure the intense workout started some kind of contractions, but sadly didn't put me into labor. I had a clean dog ready for the baby to come home though. I'm sure by the time Jesse was born, she was just as dirty as she had been when I insisted she have a bath.
We moved in my eight month with Hannah and there was no end in sight of getting that house prepared for her. It was infested with fleas, the cat was sick from them, the house was leaky (roof caved in from a rotted roof and the a/c was going bad), and it was just not a comfortable house. The month before we moved though, I packed most of our house and scrubbed it clean. That must have satified those urges for me after we moved. Somehow the nesting transferred to Curtis because he was the one staying up late painting dressers and getting her bedroom ready the night I went into labor.
I worked almost the entire pregnancy with Simeon. Curtis took a contract overseas in the last month and so I came home that last month of the pregnancy to nest, finish moving into the house we'd moved into a year before, and reconnect with the kids before the baby came. I organized the garage, cleaned every room (this included washing curtains and painting some rooms) and scrubbed. I didn't realize I was truly nesting until my mom and sister came over and I showed off my spotless refrigerator and cabinets with all the food in alphabetical order. Because we all know that those new babies are going to be looking in our cupboards.
We moved again in the seventh month of pregnancy with Joshua. Actually, we moved in the 1st, 3rd, 7th months and then 6 weeks after he was born. There wasn't room to nest because I was cleaning and reorganizing 4 different houses during that time. Enough said.
I wonder if at some point you have that 6th baby and have kind of given up on hope that your house would ever be spottlessly clean? I was put on a short term bedrest and some ladies from church came and cleaned my house for me. There was not a crumb left when they were done! The morning I was in labor I decided we needed to move the food storage from Hannah's room to the downstairs. While I didn't do a lot of the lifting, I got to supervise. Thank goodness for a husband and mother in law that indulges a crazy pregnant woman! I did insist on cleaning the garage at one point. And Isaac reminded me about the living room fiasco. I spent the day moving all the furniture, only to put it right back where it was at the end of the day.
Anyone care to share their nesting stories?
Just before Isaac was born I had very little energy (lots of false labor) but I found time in the week before he was born to organize our built in book shelf filled with romance novels by color.
Just before Jesse was born, I could not go to bed one night until one of the dogs had a bath. I insisted she be given a bath and Curtis refused (he being the one with a normal brain at the moment). In a huge huff, I lugged the dog into the bathroom, threw her in the tub and scrubbed and scrubbed until she'd lost half a bushel of hair. I'm pretty sure the intense workout started some kind of contractions, but sadly didn't put me into labor. I had a clean dog ready for the baby to come home though. I'm sure by the time Jesse was born, she was just as dirty as she had been when I insisted she have a bath.
We moved in my eight month with Hannah and there was no end in sight of getting that house prepared for her. It was infested with fleas, the cat was sick from them, the house was leaky (roof caved in from a rotted roof and the a/c was going bad), and it was just not a comfortable house. The month before we moved though, I packed most of our house and scrubbed it clean. That must have satified those urges for me after we moved. Somehow the nesting transferred to Curtis because he was the one staying up late painting dressers and getting her bedroom ready the night I went into labor.
I worked almost the entire pregnancy with Simeon. Curtis took a contract overseas in the last month and so I came home that last month of the pregnancy to nest, finish moving into the house we'd moved into a year before, and reconnect with the kids before the baby came. I organized the garage, cleaned every room (this included washing curtains and painting some rooms) and scrubbed. I didn't realize I was truly nesting until my mom and sister came over and I showed off my spotless refrigerator and cabinets with all the food in alphabetical order. Because we all know that those new babies are going to be looking in our cupboards.
We moved again in the seventh month of pregnancy with Joshua. Actually, we moved in the 1st, 3rd, 7th months and then 6 weeks after he was born. There wasn't room to nest because I was cleaning and reorganizing 4 different houses during that time. Enough said.
I wonder if at some point you have that 6th baby and have kind of given up on hope that your house would ever be spottlessly clean? I was put on a short term bedrest and some ladies from church came and cleaned my house for me. There was not a crumb left when they were done! The morning I was in labor I decided we needed to move the food storage from Hannah's room to the downstairs. While I didn't do a lot of the lifting, I got to supervise. Thank goodness for a husband and mother in law that indulges a crazy pregnant woman! I did insist on cleaning the garage at one point. And Isaac reminded me about the living room fiasco. I spent the day moving all the furniture, only to put it right back where it was at the end of the day.
Anyone care to share their nesting stories?
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"I think what makes nesting so humorous is that you feel these things are imperative prior to the baby entering your house."
ha ha ha love it! Now that is a good nesting quote! It is so true! Loved reading these even though we tell each other these stories all the time. :) Hugs