It's already happening...

I usually pride myself on being organized.  I'm the type A person who can't totally relax at night and fall asleep if there is stuff scattered on my bedroom floor.  Clutter stresses me to the Nth degree, but there's a catch.  If it's in a closet therefore I don't have to see it on a regular basis- I can look past it.  Could look past it.  Not so much anymore. 

Before getting pregnant, I always thought this "nesting" thing that I read about was a complete joke.  I even had a couple of friends who apparently "cleaned" themselves right into labor and yet it still seemed foreign to me.  Jake and I make it a point to keep our house fairly neat and tidy: I dust, swiffer and vacuum every week.  (I only realized after we bought all of our black furniture how much dust loves to accumulate on them.)  I am constantly threatening to shave our two cats due to the massive amounts of hair I am forced to pick up every week.  Our house is small and modest, but perfect for the two- soon to be three- of us.  So when people started mentioning their "nesting" instincts kicking in, I thought,  well I won't be doing anything different than what I've been doing since we got married.

And then, as with the rest of this pregnancy, the baby has made me eat my words.  I have just recently started eyeing our closets with a new-found zest.  I cannot wait to get in them and tear things up.  I've taken huge black trash bags and just started chucking things.  If I can't find a place for it, it goes in the bag, no matter how nice it is, or who gave it to me.  If I haven't used it in over 6 months, it goes to Goodwill.  God, it feels so good to get rid of things.  It feels even better to open closet doors and see shelf space!  I've already locked in on storage solutions to use in our walk-in closet.  I also brought up a can of white trim paint from the basement, and have started making plans to touch up all the trim in our house where it's needed.  Plans are in the making to re-do our hall bathroom.  I swear, if I wasn't going to be the size of a house in April/May, I would get out and tackle the yard too.  Thank God we're hiring someone to come and do away with the massive amounts of leaves, twigs and ugly shrubbery.  When people come to visit this baby, the last thing I want is for them to trip and stumble through a Fall wonderland on the way to our back door.  

Since these urges have already begun, and I'm not quite to my third trimester, I'm thinking I haven't even hit my full momentum yet.  I guess there's something hard-wired in a mother-to-be's DNA, that even while she is feeling contractions, she says, "Nope, I'm not going to the hospital and having this baby without scrubbing the bathtub."  

Hopefully that will at least give us the right to slack off for a while after the baby comes. :)