Nesting

Today was just about the first day since the end of April that I've wanted to go in my backyard.  I'm getting my energy back and the weather was wonderful all day.  I pulled up the grass that was growing into my shrub beds: there are no flowers there, so calling them "flower beds" seems wrong; it also seemed wrong pulling up thriving grass when so much of our yard is patchy and dead.  And I couldn't help but feel guilty enjoying the breezy weather, since it is the wind that is wreaking such havoc on the Bastrop Austin and now Magnolia areas, spreading wildfires.  God, we need rain.

This labor day weekend was spent mostly laboring over things at the house.  It's funny how this nesting desire sets in.  Honestly, I don't clean my house unless I know people are coming over, or every room has a mess in it and there is no clean/ sane space for me to escape.  But recently I've been overcome with the desire to get things done!  I remember reading a good friend's blog when she was many months pregnant with a 3 year old in tow, and a stressful job spending a day cleaning out their junk closet.  I thought to my non-pregnant self, "yeah if I were to start cleaning out the closet, I probably wouldn't finish," and "I wish I had the motivation to do that, but I just don't care enough."

Yesterday I organized a very messy music room that the hubs hadn't been able to get into a workable state, probably due in large part to me constantly throwing any music related "junk" in there after being left in various areas of the house.  It still has a long way to go (he needs a storage system), but I did as much as I could by sorting into boxes, and there is a desk top and about 25 square feet of carpet now exposed!  Today I tackled some basic upkeep on the front and back yard, and began sorting the mountain of stuff in the closet of the future nursery.  Two weeks ago I built 4 sets of shelving from ikea for our future office/playroom (former dining room)  The best part, at the end of these projects I haven't created more of a mess (or just tons of piles) than when I started (which is what I normally have)!  What is with me?  Is the baby giving me motivational superpowers?

According to Pregnancy Weekly, nesting is  “an uncontrollable urge to clean one’s house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects, and to organize your world.”