Nesting

When I was pregnant I began nesting shortly before giving birth.  This was a normal thing that I had heard about on many occasions.  This weekend feels like a nesting weekend.  I want to get things put away properly, tidied up, and scrubbed.  I am sure that part of that has to do with Thanksgiving, though we are having well loved friends over who could care less if the house was clean.

I am assuming this compulsion is something more akin to "putting my affairs in order."

Today, I do not feel as if I might die.  I do however feel peculiar.  Not exactly myself.

I'll leave it at that for now I think.

by LauraZalenga