Nesting

I had reached a point in my pregnancy with this little man where I realized that I had done pretty much nothing in regards to preparing for his arrival. My main hang-up? I hadn't bought him any clothes yet. We had received a few items of clothing from friends and our parents, so I knew the process had started, but I hadn't actually taken the plunge and bought anything. I'm not sure why I was hesitant, but buying that first item would make the whole thing seem more real (because seeing my child on a sonogram with a beating heart and kicking feet wasn't enough for me apparently). I found myself at Costco a few days later and I could not walk away from these jammies, they had to be mine. So there it was, the first purchase. Are you as obsessed with these as much as I am? You should be.

And all of the sudden it was a slippery and steep downhill slide into psychopathic nesting-ville. Who knew jammies could hold such power?

I had created a list of things that I felt like I needed in order to be prepared for the baby's arrival. the next weekend we tackled that list. Once the items were purchased I went through and located all of the baby stuff that could be re-used.

And then I had an seriously intense need to de-clutter every nook and cranny of our apartment. If you haven't seen me for awhile it's because I mentally can't handle leaving the clutter until it is organized. Most of the time it looked like this

Or this.

And poor Aaron has had to deal with daily picture texts of the progress, usually followed by texts from me of how epically awesome de-cluttering is.

There were no "before" pictures taken, because there is no part of me that wants to remember how clutter-y these spaces were.

 Baby gear, prepped and ready to go.

There have been bags and bags taken to goodwill, or straight to the the trash. At one point we had so much stuff waiting by the front door we had to create a walking path. Aaron kept saying to me, "Can you believe we have been storing all of the crap in our apartment without even realizing it?" We even have a row of things in our closet that we are hoping to sell on eBay.

My focus now is on the cleaning aspect of things. All previous cluttered (now reorganized) areas were properly cleaned or vacuumed. I spent about and hour wiping down Grace's crib until I could see my reflection. Which is pretty hard to do considering it is painted wood, but you get the idea.

Today I deep cleaned the be-jeezels out of my apartment. Standard dusting, vacuuming, and scrubbing mixed with a deep scrub of the floors, kitchen, stove, refrigerator, trash can, as well as edging the baseboards and dusting of the ceiling fans. You could eat off of any surface in my apartment, not that I would let you because that would make a mess and apparently my mental sanity cannot handle messes.

Part of me feels like I'm having a mental breakdown. This crazy neatness and cleaning is really not my bag, I'm am the messy one in our family, feel free to ask Aaron because he will confirm it. I'm not sure where this crazy need to clean and organize has come from although I feel like it falls under the "nesting" category. But how "nest-y" can one get 8 weeks before the baby is due?

My To Do list still seems like its a mile long and there is lots to check off before the baby gets here. Although I'd love to stay and blog... I really want to check out my list, goodnight.