You may have heard of it. You may think it sounds like something a bird would do. Regardless, nesting is an instinct that can set in around the fifth month of pregnancy and, in my case, has increased significantly ever since.
According to the experts, 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."
From ripping apart my kitchen, to deciding a complete wardrobe overhaul is needed, the past two months at my home have been... well... intensely project-filled to put it lightly.
Looking back on it, the onset of my primal instinct to "nest" kicked in right after our gender reveal party (22 weeks - right on cue). The act of nesting is said to put you in control and give a sense of accomplishment toward birth. At that point in my pregnancy, any sense of control and preparedness was key for me in not feeling overwhelmed and anxious.
I would be lying if I said I did a good job nesting at first. The urge to nest was more or less coming in waves of panic which in turn culminated into the unbelievable amount of lists I started to create. Being that we are living in the 21st century and practically everyone has a smartphone, you would think my lists would all be in one place on my phone and not scattered around my house. However, I am a "write and cross off" kind of person. To me, it feels much better to physically cross off a task I have accomplished rather than click the check mark or simply delete the line on my phone. Call me old school, I don't care. It feels good.
The lists I began to create didn't consist of small tasks. They were more or less life overhauls on sticky notes. Here is the first list I created just to give you an idea:
My husband added number nine. Looking at this list you may think I am completely unorganized to begin with. You would be wrong. I pride myself on being extremely organized, almost obsessively, but apparently even my own organization wasn't good enough to my new nesting self.
I had to start somewhere and the day I started project number one my husband almost killed me. First of all, I was sick as a dog with a terrible cold. I got home from work and decided with my brief burst of energy that I wanted to begin overhauling the kitchen. So like any crazy pregnant woman would do (it makes me feel better to put it this way so at least I don't feel alone), I began emptying the cabinets, the pantry, the spice cupboard, and every space in between. Let's just say my husband wasn't very pleased when he walked in from work. Being the good guy that he is, he bit his tongue and simply said, "what can I do to help?"
From the kitchen to the baby's loft, we have definitely tackled our fair share of projects over the past few months. I can now officially say that I am a DIY-er as we have refinished an entire living room and bedroom set. There's nothing like spending fifty bucks and getting two new sets of furniture out of it! There is still a lot to do before Baby Grady arrives in about two months, but the biggest projects are finally complete and I now have a sense that my "nest" is coming together nicely.
For anyone dealing with similar feelings of nesting, one thing I would advise you to do is take each day as it comes. Don't feel as though you have to accomplish everything in one weekend or in my case one day. You will only drive yourself crazy. My husband and I say all the time there is a reason humans are, on average, pregnant for nine months (unlike a dog's gestation period of only nine weeks). It really takes that long to get ready and more importantly feel ready to welcome a new life into yours.