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.