Saturday, August 14, 2010

Honestly.

Dear God -

I get the whole "nesting" thing. It makes sense that pregnant women would want their new little baby to come home to a spic-and-span house.... I mean, I cleaned like a fool before I brought my dog home, and she promptly crapped on my rug (and clearly didn't care that I'd basically sterilized the house only hours before). So I'm just saying that I get why you'd give pregnant women an insatiable desire to clean the shower grout with a toothbrush. I do.

What I don't understand is why you'd kick in the desire to nest at a time when I cannot bend at the waist.... I mean, I can't even put on my own socks at this point. What makes you think that I can be crawling around cleaning the baseboards (which I am absolutely dying to do) and scrubbing the kitchen floor?

Honestly, this probably wouldn't be so much of an issue if I'd had the "nesting" gene my whole life... then I probably wouldn't have waited until I was 28 weeks pregnant to give a damn about the state of my baseboards and grout and the scary place behind my microwave. But my newfound appreciation for bathroom tile clean enough to eat off of is killing me. So maybe you could ease it up for me? You know, so I can go to bed at a normal time, instead of realizing that 11pm is a good time to scrub all the windowsills.

Help me out?
Love,
Kate

3 comments:

Dana said...

I am totally with you on this one :)

Alicia said...

Know the feeling, I'm driving myself nuts and the lack of sleep doesn't help much either.

Mrs. Newlywed Giggles said...

hahaha.... I hope it gets better!