Too Early for Nesting ???

Tonight, I found a site that states that nesting can begin as early as five months into the pregnancy. Click on the title of this link to read it for yourself. I had always heard that nesting didn't begin until late in pregnancy and this belief was confirmed by the birth of my first born, son. I began cleaning out closets the night that I went into labor. The apartment had been spotless up until that point and I had gotten the sudden urge to clean out boxes that were being stored in the closet. He was born four hours from the onset of labor. Needless to say, boxes were all over the livingroom when I returned with my beautiful baby boy in my arms.

Currently, I am often asked how much further I have to go and my response is met with a look of surprise or shock; it is hard to tell which. I feel big and everyone thinks I look big. I had to go back to photos of my previous pregnancy to confirm in my own mind that, I just get big and that's that. The fourth time around at age 35 is a lot different in many ways than at 18, 19 and even 31.

The strangest thing happened last night. I couldn't sleep so; I got up and ate two bowls of Sugar Smacks. I have never been one for mid-night snacking; generally I am enjoying the movie on the back of my eye-lids too much to even stir until the light begins to peer through the blinds, or that alarm clock makes a nuisance of itself, as it is scheduled to do every morning before dawn. After I wolfed down those bowls of cereal, I cleaned the kitchen. I also had an urge to rearrange the house, but was afraid that I would wake everyone, except the dog, who starred at me like I was disturbing her until I gave her two dog biscuits through her crate and scruffled her head. I finally returned to bed at about 3:30am only to be awaken again at 5:30. At least it wasn't cold or rainy when I pulled away from the drive this morning to start my whirl-wind day of dropping off kids followed by greeting more kids with my painted on smile and puffy eyes.

Upon returning home today, the nesting syndrome continued. Cubby Hubby had class and the boys were hanging Christmas lights at a friend’s house. It is funny how kids don't mind helping out at other people's houses. So, I pushed, shoved and scooted furniture until the dinning room and living room were totally rearranged and all cracks and crevasses were thoroughly swept. Our four year old daughter was extremely excited by the whole process and was underfoot "helping" all the way. We even managed to move our fully- decorated 6.5ft tree by ourselves to a table top. I just hope that when the guys return home they don't trip literally and figuratively; not to mention what my step-daughter will think when she returns at the end of the week.

Anyway, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. It will be nice to talk to Dr. McDonald and have a confirmation that all things are on schedule and as they have been anticipated.