Am I nesting??

I though nesting involved cleaning everything up in the house.  Instead, I am a wild woman changing and redecorating and preparing.  I spent most of yesterday afternoon working on the yard preparing the new plant beds.  Then I did touch up around the newly painted room fixing parts where the tape did not adequately cover the old paint.  Then I mopped the floor in the room at 9:30 last night. 

This morning, I'm starting on the plant beds again and going to buy our new shrubberies at the Grower's Outlet.  Tomorrow, we have dirt delivered and we plant.  Tonight we move the furniture into the new bedroom. 

I just thought nesting meant everything became cleaner.  And right now, it looks as though our house has exploded.  I just feel like I have a ton of energy and I want to do all the projects around the house we've been talking about doing.  I'm pooped as hell in the morning though. 

I'm also as hungry as a ravenous wart hog.  And unfortunately, the scales tell me that house and garden work does not count the same as gym exercise.  Yes, I know I'm supposed to be gaining weight.  But not THAT much in one week. 

Bun update:  the kicking has begun

The little guy was the most active I've ever noticed last night.  I always thought kicking would be a gentle tap or rumble on my sides.  But Bun is aiming quite a few good kicks towards my bladder.  It's almost like little explosions at the bottom of my abdomen.  He does a few hand pokes towards the top, but the real force of his activity is near the bottom.  One reason I may have noticed last night's antics was that Dave and I were awoken by a moaning collie pretty early on.  Apparently, Patches did not get his evening constitutional before we went to bed and at about 1 am, he had. to. go.  As soon as I removed his laundry  basket barrier and opened the doggie door, he was out and headed toward the ivy.  That's apparently the Little Dog's Room (as opposed to the Little Girl's Room or Little Boy's Room).  Although I'm pooped, I didn't mind too much because I got to spend more time with the little guy as trained for his uterus triathlon. 

I also bought Advantage Flea medicine for everyone.  There's a good reason for that.  Mainly because my legs and arms have been eaten alive by flea.  I've heard the pregnant women are mighty tasty to insects and if the braille paths along my legs are any indication, I would agree.

OK.  Off to prepare the plant beds.

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