Nesting
I'm in bed but I'm awake. I don't want to watch tv. I kind of feel like reading but I don't have any new or pending books on hand. I do want to see the photos in the CD I had been given today but I'd have to get out of bed, go to the den, turn on the comp and sit in a very uncomfortable for buntis chair. Particularly right now. I'm in my super comfy bed and my back still hurts. Perhaps I pushed myself a teeny bit too far today.
We had been accumulating Christmas kalat for several days.. No, weeks now. At first it was presents waiting to be wrapped. And then as they were being wrapped, and as we received gifts from various Christmas parties, they made a big beautiful mess under the tree. And then Christmas Eve and Christmas Day pretty much most of them got given away. But also because here lives the only two babies of several clans all around we received a mountain of presents. Add what the rest of the family received and as you can imagine we also got a mountain of garbage. This morning as the help began to put yesterday's stash away my nesting instincts kicked in and pretty much took over my entire day.
I mentioned in my last entry I've sworn off buying gift wrapper for Christmas. So how do you think today was spent? Aside from putting away all my gifts to the closet, drawers or shelves they belong to, I gathered all the nicest, most salvageable used wrapper I could find and rolled them all up neatly, secured each roll with a rubber band and put them all in a box for next year. I also folded up all the tissue paper linings, rolled and organized all the ribbons, and put all the empty gift boxes together neatly in a shelf for future use. I even organized all my used paper bags according to size. As if that weren't enough, I consolidated my trinket boxes into the new drawer organizer
Michelle got me for Christmas and gave away all the dangly earrings, chunky bracelets and beaded necklaces I haven't used in years.
I think I only paused for lunch and an afternoon snack. So after all that standing and sitting and bending over and reaching for things, and hauling things into my room and bringing stuff out, my back aches something horrible! I can't believe I have to suffer 4 more months of this! And to think the load will only get heavier. All the while that I'm typing this entry my sock and hanky drawer is calling me, begging me to cross the room, open my closet and organize them all by size and color.
Oh the nesting. I've been wondering where that instinct had gone, looking at the leftover just-moved-house mess for months and my head says fix it while the rest of me shuts down and takes a nap. I think if I take advantage of this drive I might just be able to reclaim an extra room in our house in time before I give birth.
I do miss the inexplicable attraction to yarn though. I crocheted my way through my first pregnancy and knitted through my second. Seems I'm not really crafting through this one. Maybe cause this time it's a boy.
What's weird is I'm not even sure I still know how to do this, give birth and take care of a helpless infant. Feels like Desi had been walking and talking since she was born. I remember when I was pregnant with Desi feeling confident that I knew just what to expect, knew how to handle anything that might come my way, the lessons learned from having Lia still fresh in my mind. Now I stare at my growing body after every shower and I ask myself, how does this work again? Do I really feed the baby with my boobs? And he sleeps in the bed with us? Gee how does that work? Oh right right, I don't get to sleep. I really did that? Twice? How is it I'm alive and allowed to go out in public?
It's not that I'm scared. I've never been afraid of babies, not even when I was a brand new mom. And I'm intensely excited about this one because it's going to be a boy. A son! I am going to have an only begotten son! (whatever that means) I'm excited about robots and trucks and dirt and scabs and all the other colors besides pink that I can dress him in. I'm super excited! It's just I can't seem to remember how to *do* things. I haven't had to change a diaper in ages. Or guess the meaning of a cry, or breastfeed, or burp, or bathe a baby in a bathtub. I expect it will all come back to me when the time comes. But right now I really do feel like a first timer again.
I guess in the meantime I have a sock drawer to organize. If only my back would let me.
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