“Don’t be surprised if you wake up one morning and it’s as if blinkers have been taken off your eyes. There’s dust and dirt everywhere and you won’t understand how it’s not been obvious to you before now” (Huggies Mum To Be newsletter, Feb 2013)
Um, hello, was that sentence written specifically for me? Sure, I am likely being far too perfectionist in my outlook, but cant help but agree that this nesting phenomenon is the root cause of why everywhere I look I see something that seems to have been sorely neglected in the cleaning stakes. Any glance around my home unearths previously unseen dust, dirt and general decay and I wonder incredulously how I could have not seen it all before?
The quandary arises then, at such a late stage in the pregnancy (almost 38 weeks!) do I declare to ignore the dust and dirt in favour of some R&R or do I continue on as I have the last month and push myself to capacity to ensure everything is in a sparklingly clean state before baby arrives?
I know the right answer is to relax as this will become an even more foreign concept once we welcome a newborn into the family fold. But I find it hard to do so when my Nesting to-do list glares back at me from the fridge with items still to be scratched off for completion, or the marks on the unwashed walls or badly disorganised kitchen cupboards taunt me.
As one who is also not used to the notion of taking it easy, I cant help but feel guilt whenever I get the chance to put my feet up. I’ll think “I should keep moving, there is much to do.” And while the Husband has been a champ in assisting with my array of unlikely cleaning requests, I’d not be surprised if he was suddenly thinking me just a tad cray-cray for having the sudden urge to polish the front door and screen along with every visible light switch in the house.
Epic exhaustion from the joys of a combined carpel tunnel and general pregnancy limited sleep may soon see to it the resting wins out over the nesting. Plus there was the uncomfortable incidence of after vigorous day of tackling my to-do list I was left feeling like early labour was about to commence – and I am not in an hurry for that! I’m also starting to think the fact my beloved Dyson decided to die on me last week might also be some sort of sign from on high that it is time to take a breather…
So from today (well, as soon as I’m done with sweeping and mopping, maybe rearrange a kitchen cupboard or two…) I vow to do more of the rest and less of the nest. Surely in a few weeks time I’ll be too damn tired to either notice (or care) about my unwashed walls, right?
Were you a ‘nester’ or a ‘rester’ – or was there some magical way you effortlessly managed to combine both?