The weeks are flying, and as you’ve seen in my […]
The weeks are flying, and as you’ve seen in my previous two weeks’ worth of posts, I’m starting to get a little bit nervous about everything I have yet to do to prepare for Baby P’s arrival. I did successfully complete my pre-registration at the hospital (always a good idea to begin checking off the To Do list with an item that’s easy to complete—which is why I often begin my lists with “Make to-do list”). I also printed out a Birth Plan template. I have yet to read it or fill it out, but it’s a start.
My wonderful parents brought over two packages of newborn diapers (Thanks, mom and dad!), and I think I have a plan of where the baby’s clothes will be housed once he or she is born. After I write this post, I’m planning to edit the letter I will send to my undergraduate class of Children’s Literature students this summer so I can check one more thing off my list! All of these things make me feel just a teensy bit better prepared for my little bundle to arrive.
I had not anticipated the nesting bug to bite quite yet, but boy, oh boy (or girl!), has it! This weekend, I put my daughter down for a nap and thought to myself, Wow! She’s asleep, and I’m tired. I should probably lie down and take a nap. Alas, I had to toss a dirty bib in the laundry room and my beautiful plans of a nap suddenly turned into a ridiculous urge to organize the laundry room. Yep, it was time to start nesting.
Now, if I had to nest, the laundry room seemed like a good place to start. After all, I would be using it to wash the new baby’s clothes in the coming weeks. It’s a small room, so I didn’t think it would take too long. Now, I don’t know how the rest of your laundry rooms look, but I doubt you have a box of random tools, wires, and painting supplies on your counter … approximately two years and two months after you’ve moved in. Of course, said box was difficult to see under the stack of picture frames that are ready to be hung—but instead have sat gathering dust. In fact, I had one collage frame that I filled with pictures of Olivia and hadn’t seen again since she was 6 months old! So after I updated the photos and moved the randoms to the garage, I was able to go to town with my Clorox Wipes and organization prowess.
Two hours later, the laundry room was immaculate. I had a load of laundry in the washing machine, another load in the dryer, and a completely clear countertop upon which to fold laundry as it came out. I can’t even tell you the amount of times I walked in and out of the laundry room that day, just to admire my handiwork. (I can’t tell you because it’s embarrassing, not because I don’t know).
The nesting itch is still around, but I haven’t been able to scratch it again since Sunday. Luckily, I have spring break coming next week. And I can think of a few rooms that are simply begging to be nested. Tweet, tweet!