I’m not sure about you guys, but my nesting instincts were the one of the few pregnancy side effects that actually didn’t sound all that bad to me. I mean, endless energy and motivation to clean and organize and then re-organize all over again? As a naturally messy person who spends way more energy fighting my instincts, this was kind of a dream. So, as you can imagine, when I finally did get my burst of nesting vibes, I was shouting from the rooftops. Of course, by "shouting from the rooftops." I mean, “sending all the texts about nesting that pregnant women could ever send.”
The day I felt that inexplicable burst of unfounded energy, was a great and wonderful day. The third trimester, for the most part, is basically an endless hell on earth, so nesting (for me) was more than worth the wait (just ask anyone who saw how beautiful our basement steps looked). Not only did it give me something to do (OK, multiple things to do) while I waited for my kid to show up, it made me feel better about bringing said kid back home because, well, my place was spotless.
The bad news is, I now have a new phone and no true record of what the texts I sent when I was pregnant and nesting, and what all they entailed. The good news is I have pretty fantastic imagination and can speculate as to what they (probably) said. So, may I humbly present this collection of texts every pregnant woman (or, you know, at least me) sends while they’re nesting (when they can set down the washi tape and sponges for a few moments):