Nesting

I think I'm "nesting". Since I obviously have no control over the things I really want to (my body, the impending birth of my child, and the sometimes terrifying idea that I am going to be someone's mom and that he is going to expect me to know what I'm doing) I am instead exerting control over household clutter. I feel like one of those frantic little mommy squirrels you see burying their stashes of food, only to return 2 minutes later to dig them up and rebury them. After months of being exhausted and lethargic, I am relishing in all of this energy. Accomplishments over the past three days include:

• Cleaning out my closet, resulting in 3 huge garbage bags of clothes for the Goodwill (I hope I don't miss anything later...I was in a pretty brutal purging mood).
• Packing away winter coats, scarves, and hats to be stored in the attic.
• Washing all of my "hand-washable" clothing.
  
• Organizing my sock and underwear drawers.
• Pestering Josh until he installed my new shoe rack, and then neatly putting away all of my shoes.
  
• Packing hospital bag.
• Unpacking hospital bag.
• Repacking hospital bag (after going to Fred Meyer to buy a new toiletries case with tiny bottles for shampoo & such, a stopwatch for timing contractions, Old Navy for two new $5 tank tops to fit over my giant belly and a footed sleeper for Jack, and to Ross for a new purse - all of which seemed critically important for my stay at the hospital).
  
• As a side note, it was on this same trip to Fred Meyer that I bought the bananas that started the above-mentioned freak out. They looked so good, and $.89/lb. for organic bananas seemed like too good of a deal to pass up.
  
• Going back to Fred Meyer to return the stopwatch that didn't work.
• Going back to Old Navy to buy two more $5 tank tops (I pilfered the first two out of the packed suitcase and have already spilled on them multiple times).
• Going back to Ross to buy new couch pillows and a throw blanket.
• Going to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy drawer organizers for our dressers and curtain rods for the new kitchen curtains.
• Buying a lightweight quilt for the bed because at night I feel like I'm broiling alive in my skin.
  
• After looking at 4 different places, I found the perfect thing at "Tuesday Morning," the discount store with the stupid name and even worse commercials. Personally, I like my bargain emporiums to have straight up names like "Deals Only" or "Barganica." Or, at the very least, to explain their contents in big bold letters on the sign (like "Daiso, The Japanese Store, Almost Everything's $1.50"). I want to know what to expect when I walk in the door. So, because the name annoyed me, I have avoided setting foot in "Tuesday Morning" for the year and a half that we have lived here. I must admit, however, that I was wrong (not about the stupid name...it's still stupid...but about the merchandise). This place is great for discounted (although not necessarily cheap) housewares, and is far more organized and less crowded than Ross (my other discount housewares standby).
• Baking two chicken tetrazzinis (one for dinner and one to add to the growing collection of freezer meals for after Jack is born).

And on, and on, and on... The rather humorous result of all of this organizing is that my house actually looks worse than it did when I started since I'm pulling clutter out of its hiding places. If this baby holds on for another week though, Martha Stewart won't have diddly squat on this house.