My husband has officially wrapped up his work, in preparation for the baby’s arrival. He’ll be taking a month off, to help us get settled into a routine. Today he’s home, folding laundry and tidying the house, and I’m relieved to have him here. I don’t want to be alone right now.
I’m rejoicing because all of a sudden, the terrible pain in my ribcage seems to have eased up a bit, and I can breathe better! Also, I have some indigestion and nausea today, and I’m feeling like perhaps it won’t be long now until this child emerges. As I told my husband last night, there’s no more room left. One of us has got to go.
I’m also feeling a sense of urgency, like I need to go dust the nursery, and pay the bills that are sitting on the counter. I have a theory about nesting though – it’s not really to prepare the home for the arrival of your precious bundle. It’s because after the precious bundle is here, you don’t have the time or energy to clean anything for about 3 or 4 months. To make up for this, God gives you this big burst of energy, which makes you want to clean all the little nooks and crannies of your house with a toothbrush. That way, after the baby arrives, and you’re basically living in your own filth for months, your house will still be clean enough to keep the health department at bay.[print-me/]