Last night I put together the changing table for the nursery. All. By. Myself. It's the little things in life that can bring you such great satisfaction sometimes. BUT--the changing table isn't enough. Just like baking pumpkin apple tarts, apple chips and rolo turtles wasn't enough on Sunday. Nor was putting the cradle together on Friday. On Sunday, after said baking spree, I coaxed the hubby into going to Ikea: "but we NEEEEEEED a storage thingy and we NEEEEED it NOW." The end result was a cute shelving system with fabric cubes that slide in and out like drawers. We put it together and I immediately began to organize the many baby items we've received. Afterwards I was tired but still unsatisfied.
So now the only big thing left for the nursery is to put the crib together. Will that satisfy my intense need to nest? Who knows. I feel as though some external force (yes, i know it's actually hormones) has taken over my mind and body and is instructing me to be as productive as possible. This force often argues with the other part of my pregnant self that wants to sleep constantly. In the end, nesting wins.
I've heard and read about this desire to nest that happens before the baby comes, but I had no clue how little control I would have over it. I can hardly focus at work because all I can think about is the long list of things we still have to buy, the fact that we haven't found a nanny yet, and that we need to find a pediatrician.
I know everything will get done by the time poppy arrives, but when will this insane urge end?