Crazy Pregnant Story!

Ok, I think this could soon be published in the next collection of pregnancy stories that will be sold for $17.95 at Barnes & Noble.

Anyway, I'm talking about my nesting instinct. I've always been a "wipe it down, we're not living in filth, dishes are done" kinda gal. I'd much rather be doing things with people or outside than finding myself slaving over the burning smell of cleaning chemicals. We were sanitary, but we weren't spotless all the time either. If you get what I mean?

ANYHOW. While preggers with Colton, my nesting instinct consisted of going through the house and making sure everything hung on the walls was at the exact same height. We lived in a rental trailer house at the time, so you could look down the hallway and see things at the same height. I also read in a book about a woman who washed all the baby clothes and then ironed them and hung them on little baby hangers. I thought that was a good idea, but the effort didn't last long because do you KNOW how hard it is to iron little baby shirts?

NOW. Yesterday I was sitting here making my weekly list of chores and also thinking of the extras I needed to do before we went to Knippa for nearly a week (leaving on the 27th by the way). Then I realized. This house is nasty! LOL. Not to the naked eye, and certainly not to my husband's manly version of clean.

Now my list consists of MANY things, including getting a bucket and covering every inch of this house by wiping down the baseboards. Apparently, with coastal winds and open windows, tons of dirt blows in! I can't believe I never noticed it before. There is dirt in the crevices, where the baseboards are attached to the wall.

We had the windows closed up and blinds drawn the last week or two, in order to conserve energy while running that all-expensive A/C unit. Now that it cooled back down and the windows letting light glare through, there are grimy three-year-old tall finger prints... EVERYWHERE!

The upstairs bathroom was your typical "old apartment bathroom" you know, stained tub, grimy tile floor, horrible grout between the tub tiles. I've always cleaned it and washed our new mess out of it, but never tried TOO hard to clean the years worth of everyone else's dirt. Till today. I spent 20 minutes scrubbing the TUB alone! It looks ALMOST new and shiney! I think next bathroom cleaning day, I'll give it another hard scrub, and we should be looking new! I'm sure I looked crazy though!

I am thinking that having a three year old and the realization of how dirty boys REALLY are, has instructed my nesting instinct to kick in overdrive ahead of time this time around. I guess its for the best, because if I end up with PIH or pre-eclampsia again, it wouldn't be wise to be doing all this scrubbing and bending and stooping with those conditions.

Now, I am done for today, minus vacuuming. Tomorrow will be that wall cleaning I told you about. And I realize this post is totally random and... pointless. But I was laughing at myself, so maybe you will too. haha. I'm sure many of you blog readers out there can relate!

I am gonna have to get Cody to assemble the crib next week, and I need to steam clean the spare room and move Colton over to that one too. I have been not feeling too pressured about those things, but I realized that after our trip to Knippa next week, then our niece Lexi staying with us the week after that... we'll only have about 2 1/2 months left to do these things!! Wow. Its going by SOOOO fast!!!