It's completely psychological, I'm certain. I know for a fact that I would much rather be laying on the couch, resting. Afterall, I spend the entire night anxiously counting contractions until I finally do fall asleep, only to be awakened every couple hours to pee (or get report from someone else who has.) Geesh. What part of me should want to be scrubbing floors, showers, toilets, moving furniture to vaccum under, and stripping bed sheets to launder all day?! And yet...that's exactly what I'm doing. Each day finds me feeling the need to accomplish some major housekeeping undertaking...just to fulfill that psychological urge to feather the nest. Oh, and the baking and cooking! I've frozen soups, and sandwiches, and cookies. I've made casseroles, and baked brownies like there's no tomorrow.
I can only pray, not only for a safe delivery, but for a soon delivery. This nesting is wearing me out. Can't wait to just relax with the little bird-to-be, and watch the dust settle around me again.
I can only pray, not only for a safe delivery, but for a soon delivery. This nesting is wearing me out. Can't wait to just relax with the little bird-to-be, and watch the dust settle around me again.
Did I mention I'm soooooo... anxious to meet this new little him/her wiggling around in my belly?!?!? Soon, Little Bird, soon.
