Nesting?

A here. OK, I think maybe we’re in the phase everyone warns you about, right before the baby arrives. I had a pretty good burst of manic energy this weekend starting on Saturday. At one point I was simultaneously doing laundry, making a pillow to match the quilt, vacuuming, packing for the hospital and cooking a big pot of white bean and kale soup.

Sunday we ran lots of errands, including getting the various storage containers we’ve been needing for the nursery—a basket for the 80 cloth diapers that were delivered this week and all the baskets and boxes needed to store diaper covers, bibs, blankets and burp cloths (check out the ones I made—not as practical as the Gerber ones but way cuter). The stuffed cat was also a day long project that turned out to be pretty darn cute but was a major pain in the ass to sew. I don’t see me crafting friends for him anytime soon.

Today’s big project was turning the cranes we made at the baby party into a mobile. Thank goodness KP and E came to help with that one. I don’t think we would have finished it without them. But we love the way it turned out.

The breast pump and bottles have been sterilized, the last of the baby laundry has been done and the hospital music is all ready to go. I’m pretty much finding myself trying to convince the baby that it’s really all right to come out now. Last night I even had some shiatsu to stimulate some movement in there. It did produce a lot of somersaults but little else.

Maybe the baby is waiting until after tomorrow’s inauguration to enter this new world. And that’s OK. I just had my hopes up for an MLK birthday. And I’m not super excited about having to go to work this week. I guess I better gear up for it—at this rate, it doesn’t look like baby is going to provide me with a good excuse not to go.