Last time I was pregnant, I bought baskets. Lots of them. I’m not sure what I was specifically planning to do with them. I had these images of little baby things in them, but quickly discovered that was totally impractical. We still have a few too many baskets in the house (toddlers love them!), but my nesting instincts haven’t yet manifested their useless, annoying trait yet.
Instead, last night, I annoyed my husband by removing a large quantity of his (and my) clothing from Q’s closet so I could insert a hanging shelf for more baby stuff storage. Then I folded and reorganized all these items that have gradually become less and less useful for Q: receiving blankets, diaper pad cover, cloth diapers of two different styles (neither of which I used on the kid’s butt, but did come in really handy). I determined that I’d want to wash all of them (maybe even bleach them and then rewash them with fabric softener) and refold them before Fee makes an appearance. But there is a serious satisfaction level with seeing them all tidy on their shelves. Not to mention the empty drawer in the dresser. I also weeded Q’s summer clothes (why are those in the dresser?) so that my life would be easier in May, without worrying about why size 18 month shorts were hanging out with his size 3 years bottom. Actual blankets got refolded (while Q was bathing and couldn’t interfere) and tucked back under his crib. I’m so mentally ready to go through his baby clothes and sort them into gender neutral enough, and way-too-baby-boy-for-a-girl. But since I’m not even done with month 6, I’m trying to restrain the nesting a wee bit.
We’re heading up to my fil’s house where I’m going to check out my husband’s childhood bunk bed. No need to rush that down here, since Q can’t stay in a toddler bed overnight yet, but I’d like to get a sense of whether the bottom bed might work for Q in the fall. Grandmary would like furniture removed from her house, and I think L would like family furniture to be used by the grandkids, so maybe if it needs some alterations, they’d give us a hand… J’s already got a lot on his plate with the house projects planned and in progress.
I’m trying to not borrow trouble and get any overt desire to nest by repainting Q’s room. It could use a refresher, but it’s never as simple as my whimsical thoughts imagine.
Must keep nesting within bounds.