Here's the situation: Cletus the fetus will be making her grand entrance into the world in less than three weeks. Hopefully sooner than that. (She'll also be receiving a much better name at that time...) That means I've got STUFF TO BUY and PREPARATIONS TO MAKE and all that pre-baby hoopla that's supposed to make you feel less freaked out about bringing a new person into the world and changing your life forever.
I'll confess, my nesting instinct has (finally) kicked into high gear. Up until recently it didn't even occur to me that this child will probably need clothes and that all my newborn clothes had been handed down to nieces. Swaddling clothes were good enough for baby Jesus, right? My kid could totally be wrapped in a diaper and a blanket for a few days until we found something resembling actual clothing.
(For the record, that issue has been remedied. Rest assured: Baby will not have to go naked because her mama is thoughtless and lazy.)
The thing about nesting this time around, though, is that it seems kind of...arbitrary. All the things I know I should actually take care of are getting shoved aside in favor of random stuff that suddenly seems SUPER important. For example...
Re-potting my basil plant (and subsequently shuffling around a couple other house plants): critical.
Setting up the bassinet: I'll get to it eventually.
Getting a haircut: scheduled for this afternoon, actually, because the world might end if I have to give birth with triangle hair.
Calling the hospital to make sure they have my midwife's number attached to my pre-registration forms: not so much.
Making plans for this summer's trip to California: I'm totally on it.
Mopping the kitchen floor: yeah, that ain't gonna happen.
I promise my priorities aren't entirely out of whack. I do have enough sense to file our taxes this weekend rather than waiting until we're in the throes of newborn awesomeness. Baby clothes have been washed and sorted, and diapers are on hand and ready to go. And we've done this before. We can figure it out as we go, right? We'll be FINE.
(And the child within her laughed its evil laugh and grinned its evil grin and though Just you wait, Mommy dearest, just you wait.)