On nesting

As I near the home stretch of this pregnancy, I am amazed, as I was last time, by the energy afforded by nesting. I can be exhausted by early afternoon, but once the evening rolls around, look out. Sometimes it's even a full-day thing, as was the case today. Here's a bit of what I've done so far (and it's only 8pm):
-made baking powder biscuits
-baked a double batch of glazed mint brownies for my sister's shower tomorrow
-tidied our bedroom
-cleaned two full bathrooms, including the floors
-worked on D's flower girl sweater (knitting both sleeves at the same time)

And I have plans to wash and hang up two loads of laundry, and clean up the kitchen.

One housekeeping goal I have is to get the house to a level of clean that I can maintain until labour starts. It's meant a lot of de-cluttering and deep cleaning thus far, but it'll be worth it when we have midwives and visitors traipsing in and out. The nursery is all set, which was a feat in itself considering all the stuff we had piled in there due to our ongoing basement renovations (bins of clothes, boxes of diapers and wipes, various large baby toys). Our room is particularly challenging, since it's at the very bottom of my priority list. It's mainly a matter of keeping laundry off the floor, but an awful lot of random items find their way to our bedside tables or other surfaces. At least we have a bed frame now, so we can always "file" things under there to be sorted later.

Now Cashew, don't think that we wouldn't welcome your arrival any time now! I don't mind exchanging nesting energy for postpartum exhaustion, as it will mean we get to meet you.