Here I am at almost 26 weeks and into the 3 trimester or almost there, depending on how you count and I keep reading about this phenomenon called nesting. Dictionary.com defines nesting as the following:
1.To build or occupy a nest.
2.To create and settle into a warm and secure refuge.
3.To hunt for birds' nests, especially in order to collect the eggs.
4.To fit together in a stack.
But all the pregnancy books and boards and sites define it as an expectant mother’s instinct which gives her a surge of energy which prompts her to clean and do various chores around her home. I can safely say that any urge to nest is far from my mind…heck it’s a good week if I’ve cooked at least one meal and done the laundry in a timely manner. Instead of nesting, I’ve resorted to resting. That’s the instinct that makes you want to lie around all day and then wears you out when you do attempt a chore. I have good intentions, as all my life I have been a planner with lists, whether mental or physical. Now I make a list and then think of reasons why I can’t possibly accomplish what is on them…mostly because things like the couch and bed call out to me in reckless abandon. Lately I feel myself more tired than usual and sleeping has become a chore because I can’t get comfortable and when I do I have to get up and pee and then try and fall asleep as Hubby snores in my ear.
This new trimester has also brought on the hormones! I now will cry over anything and feel irritated at the smallest things. It’s not a pretty sight to behold and even worse when someone thinks they hurt my feelings or aren’t being sympathetic.
In other news, baby has become a moving machine. I believe as he is growing bigger I can feel everything better and he spends a better part of the day either hiccupping or stretching. He especially likes to sit above my belly button and I can feel what is either an elbow or foot. It is very hard and then will roll along in a wave several times and then be gone. I need to enjoy these movements because it is only a matter of time before they becomes jabs at my ribs and bladder and aren’t so cute.
We did decide on furniture and will be going with the heart of pine color, so thanks to everyone that weighed in with an opinion. If baby grows up and hates it, I have a lots of you to blame! :) Now if I could only decide on his room color…
Some of you asked who the artist was that painted my belly for Halloween…that was Hubby. Though it would have been quite a feat if I had done it myself, right? Especially being left-handed…it would have gone from looking cute to be lopsided and on half of my back.
Lastly, I’m way behind on my bloggy friend’s posts, so bear with me. I promise to spend a few hours catching up and commenting on everything!