For years I rolled my eyes at the women who said they were nesting just before their babies were born. I openly mocked them. And now I have to openly mock myself and eat humble pie.
It all started when I found it necessary to cook a lot of freezer meals.
And then when I decided I needed to scrub the bathroom tiles to within an inch of their life. Same deal with the oven. And the pantry.
I then became obsessed with cleaning skirting boards and vacuuming behind the bedhead (which was clearly something that I hadn't done in a long time given the bunnies living behind there!)
But the strangest obsession that I developed was the other night whilst soaking in the bath and I had to scream for the husband. He came running thinking I was in labour (ok, clearly I didn't think that one through properly) and then proceed to yell at me when I asked for him to hand me my runners. See, my burning urge that required screaming was that my sneakers were dirty and needed a wash.
So for the next hour I sat there scrubbing my runners with a brush that I use to clean the shower and a bottle of Johnson & Johnson Baby Bedtime Bath. Which I have to say, is an amazing shoe cleaner!