I'm already insane when it comes to organizing and cleaning. In fact, I'm one of those weirdly-messy-yet-extremely-organized people. My house can be super messy with toys and random items of clothing thrown about, but every cabinet, drawer, and closet is obsessively organized. I actually like cleaning, too. I find it therapeutic, and I think that's a symptom of my anxiety. When I was pregnant my anxiety was at its all-time high, which is probably why I did completely batsh*t things while I was nesting. In addition to the hours I spent shopping for the perfect everything — from clothes to gear — and the months I spent researching every site and every review for every purchase I made, I also mildly lost my sh*t and cleaned incessantly.
I found myself obsessing about everything in my house. At the time, my partner and I lived in a tiny apartment and everything about it annoyed me. I hated that place, and was convinced it was just old and grimy and filthy. I was angry I was bringing my precious baby into a place I did not want to live in. My anxiety and slight obsessive compulsiveness created a nesting monster. I drove myself, not to mention my husband, mad. I forced him to do things I was not physically able to do, like move the refrigerator so I could dust behind it. I would invent a new project for us to do on a daily basis. I forced him to build all of the baby stuff, paint the bedroom (and then repaint the bedroom because I did not like the color), and move furniture from one room to the other, and back again, so I could "see what it would look like prior to making up my mind."
Yes, I temporarily lost it. However, I was growing a human being inside my body at all hours of the day and night, so the following batsh*t crazy things are, in my opinion, totally justified.