Preparing Your Nest

Let’s talk numbers for a moment.

276,075 minutes.

4,601 hours.

191 days.

6 months and 9 days.

That is how long I have been pregnant. Today, I feel like I have been pregnant for a million more minutes than that. My baby is shifting endlessly and seems to favour my right side, so I have been uncomfortably lopsided all day, my feet are slightly swollen and there is nothing I want to do more than lie down until this baby is ready to come out.

It’s just been one of those days.

Now you know how long I have been on this journey. I have broken it down into minutes, hours, days and the traditional months.

How long is left?

When you think about it in the traditional sense of three more months to go, and also factor in that your first baby rarely comes when it is supposed to, it seems like there is a lot of time left.

Yet, I look around our apartment. At all the knick-knacks and junks we’ve accumulated over the years, all the dust-covered things we never move, all the cupboards and storage closets bursting at the seams with things we never planned to hang onto, but could never bring ourselves to throw out and I think to myself, Is there even enough time to get everything done?

I have 127,125 minutes left to clear out all the junk my husband and I have accumulated over the last nine years. That seems like a lot of time, unless I think about it as 2,119 hours. That still makes me feel like I not only have enough time to clear it all out but also to change some things and make our apartment more baby-friendly.

89 Days.

That doesn’t really seem like a lot of time.

12 weeks and 5 days.

This is about the time I start to lie down on my couch, throw my hand over my forehead dramatically like an actress in the 60s, and sigh until my dog comes over and lies on my ever-growing baby bump.

There are days when I get bursts of energy and convince myself that it could be the day I tackle some of the things on my ever-growing list. But lately, all that energy seems to die out quickly and I end up lying down something, mentally kicking myself for not getting more done.

I read all these forums and look at all these photos where mothers-to-be go through the nesting period. They clean their whole houses top to bottom, set up nurseries and baby areas in their homes and manage to get everything in tip-top shape before their bundle of joy comes into the world.

Right now I would say I am in the wishing-to-be-nesting phase. I wish I had the blind motivation that sometimes pushes pregnant women in the nesting phase. With the heat of summer slowly building, and working with five-year-olds all day, there is nothing I want more at the end of the day than to kick back with my feet up and do absolutely nothing.

Hopefully I will get something done this weekend.

There are only 2 months and 28 days to go after all.

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