Whoa Saturday-morning-nesting-preggo-mama-alert.  Can you hear Thom sighing somewhere out there?  He’s been through this a couple times before, he’s no fool.  He knows I’m expecting his attention, compassion, willingness…biceps.  This nesting thing, it’s manual labor people.  I’m full of lists and to-do’s and super great ideas all over the place.  Crazy organization, seemingly sharp decision making skills.  Everything looks like a pile of crap to me today and it is on it’s way outta here.  I sure hope all my “sharp decisiveness” today doesn’t cost me tomorrow as we re-buy household items I nested to the curb…like the blender, Calvin’s Institutes, our dining room table. Just kidding.  On those 3 items.  But not on many, many other items.