Oh my goodness, the nesting has officially begun. As many of you know, I am an extremely clean person. My house is always straightened and I clean it at least once a week, if not twice. It bugs me to no end when people wear shoes in my house or don't clean up after themselves. I feel like a better person when my house is clean. That makes no sense. My sense of worth should not be connected to whether or not the floors are clean. I'm working on this.
So nesting for me means scrubbing the baseboards, all of the walls, organizing the pantry and the fridge. I have a list that includes organizing the garage (which I never even look at), organizing all of the closets, and cleaning our cars. We are actually bleaching our teeth as I write so that we take good pictures with Henry. WOW! Psycho. Travis is thrilled :)