Nesting like Crazy

So, it worked! Quinn slept in her new room in the basement last night AND slept through the night. Not sure if she really stayed asleep or if we just couldn't hear her. Either way is fine with me. I was way too excited for her to wake up this morning. I even got out of bed at 5:30 a.m. and started cleaning as quietly as possible. When I heard her, I ran down to congratulate her. She told me she had pee-pee and wanted to be changed. That is a big step for her because normally she runs away when she needs a new diaper.

I kept cleaning all morning like a crazy person. What better time to clean out the baby's room than at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning when you are sore, exhausted and pregnant? I think that is the definition of "nesting." I'm cleaning out drawers that I haven't touched since Quinn was born. And I'm not stopping at baby stuff. Nothing is safe in my house right now. I hope the trash cans are empty. I was cleaning, dumping, tossing, and I just couldn't stop.

When Tim told me it was about time to get ready for church, I told him I couldn't go because I was cleaning. .... ah, hello? If anyone knows me, you'll know I LOVE church and HATE cleaning. He was confused. I ended up going to church, but I was ticked because I sort f lost my cleaning mo-jo while I was there. Now I'm all sleepy.

P.S. I am starting to get those comments like, "How on earth could you get any bigger?" Nice. Honestly, what are people thinking. Especially strangers.