I’m 35 weeks pregnant and my due date is getting kind of close…
And umm… does anyone notice how FREAKING HUGE I am all of a sudden? The belly is full-on bullet status. It seriously terrifies me to think of how big I’m going to be in 5 more weeks.
Bare pregnant bellies are just flipping weird, by the way. This is only the second time I’ve ever taken a picture of it with my shirt up because… well, just look at it! That mole was not that far away from my belly button a few months ago. And yes, I strategically posed my body away from the camera so you can’t actually SEE my belly button. That thing is good material for a Twilight Zone episode, right there. It’s hovering in a disturbing place between Innie and Outie and I just want it to make up it’s mind already.
Before I go any further, let’s just have a little blast from the past…
So, you know that post from the other day? The one about what a terrible little procrastinator I’ve been and how I need to get my stuff together because, umm, there are only 5 weeks left until a child comes into my life? Well let me tell you, people, something very strange has happened to me. I have undergone a transformation unlike anything I’ve ever known.
I am now a nesting monster.
Wednesday night I went home with my handy little list of to-do’s (which was quite the overwhelming list, let me tell you) and tackled an impressive amount of things in just a few hours. I washed, folded, and put away the baby’s clothes in freshly-lined dresser drawers, tackled mine and Justin’s laundry pile, managed to organize the 5,000 newborn diapers that were sprawled all over our living room into one nice box, dusted, vacuumed, swept, cleaned our room and made our bed.
I know this probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to some of you, but let me make something clear: I am NOT an organized person. My room growing up was filled with 3 big pile of clothes — clean, dirty, and not-sure-but-I’ll-deal-with-it-later. I’ve never really been the type to, you know, put things away until about 2 days ago.
And also? A recent trip to Target further proved this miraculous change, when I passed up the clothes section and instead stocked up on cleaning supplies and hangers. Who AM I?
Tell me, does this whole nesting thing wear off? In another couple months, am I going to be lugging around a newborn and still have this urge to scrub baseboards, organize closets, and find and destroy that one spider that managed to scurry away and is now hiding somewhere under the recliner, waiting to eat my feet whenever I come close?