I’m on my hands and knees, shredding stacks of old income tax forms and bills while simultaneously ordering a Bed and a Bag and organic baby powder from Walmart, and downloading my CDs onto iTunes. I go from shredder to computer to giant CD collection all while carrying a basketball in my womb.
I’m pregnant, yo. And I’m nesting. During the last few weeks I have felt like a bird, prepping her nest for her baby’s arrival. Only I’m doing it all on my hands and knees.
No, I’m not giving anyone a BJ for extra cash. Although, babies are expensive, so I get the appeal.
What’s happening is beyond my control. After Boo and I decided we’d stay in our apartment, I went full Latina Martha Stewart. While blasting Marc Anthony and Romeo Santos, I purged my kitchen, bathroom and closets from…stuff. I have spent hours on Pinterest obsessing over “storage solutions,” “small apartment remodels,” and “baby nursery decor.” I’ve never felt the need to be this organized or this clean.
I’m afraid I’m becoming…my mother, who’s currently scrubbing my kitchen floor with Clorox.
So, what is this thing that has come over me? Why is it that instead of relaxing and experiencing sleep like I will never experience it again I am up all night making to-do lists on what to buy and what to do? I’m lifting bags of garbage, donations and home decor items from Marshalls like She-Ra. Vacuuming like a mad woman. Cleaning the floors with a steam mop. And sealing boxes while squatting like it’s no biggie. Sometimes I wonder if baby boy is going to shoot right out in the middle of my Renovating Robot Mode.
Well, I’m not alone. Nesting is a thing that most pregnant women experience. It’s instinct to prepare for birth. According to the American Pregnancy Association, the instinct to nest “is strongest in the later weeks coming up on delivery.” Legend has it that when a pregnant woman begins nesting labor is right around the corner.
Say it ain’t so! My due date is in June and I have so much to do! Don’t come early, baby!
So, now I know I’m not crazy. If you’re pregnant and don’t know why you have the urge to paint your walls, knock down shelves and build a new bedroom, you are not crazy. You’re just a momma-to-be getting her nest ready for baby. And this basketball I carry around day in and day out is worth getting down on my hands and knees.