Caution: The nest has landed

So, I've heard all about this nesting thing that expecting women go through, and I'm pretty sure its starting to rear its ugly head at me. In fact, I am 100% positive that it is, because in my right mind, I would have never had the INSANE urge I had this morning to get down on the floor of my bathroom to sort out the junk under the sink. I literally had a 60 second internal debate about how much time it would take me to clean out all the old medicine in cabinet and organize my hair appliances so that we had more space. And then, as I'm promising myself I can do it TONIGHT but not right NOW, I was thinking ahead to how the next thing that MUST be cleaned out is the office closet, and how I probably should take a trip to the Container Store to see what kind of organizational products they have because I just can't live with the way our closets are jammed together now. And have you seen our refrigerator lately? There really is no organization to the way our food is arranged, and it would be so much easier to find things if we did it alphabetically...

Whoa. There I go again.

Nesting is definitely rearing its ugly head. And the worst part is that these nasty nesting urges have NOTHING to do with the space the baby is going to occupy. The nursery closet is filled with stuff, but nope, I have no urge to go through that just yet. But our bookshelves are filled with paperbacks that we should probably get rid of, and our coat closet doesn't have any COATS in it, so may want to rethink that situation...

I want to smack myself. I even started looking at real estate online this morning, thinking how much easier it would be to get organized if we moved because then I'd HAVE to go through everything and toss a bunch of junk. Yep, pure genius. To make birthing a baby less stressful, why don't you go through the stress of BUYING AND SELLING A HOME when NO ONE IS BUYING OR SELLING HOMES!? I'm clearly not fit to make any decisions right now, and yet my employer still lets me talk to clients on a regular basis, and my husband still lets me out socially in public. Foolish, foolish people.