there is no car seat in the car.
there is no crib set up (it’s in a box).
there is no co-sleeper next to our bed (our friends have not given it to us yet).
there is no hooter hider.
her clothes are not washed.
her toys are not in a bin.
the house is a mess as we attempt to make room for an obscene amount of the baby paraphernalia.
S’s “nesting” is like a beer drinking guy’s nesting…she goes to the gravel store and people (men who feel sorry for her largeness) load her car with bags of pea gravel so she can redo the landing of our outdoor stairs. really?! yes. this is relaxing for her…not folding clothes, or cleaning or organizing the baby gear. no, placing concrete pavers and gravel on our stairs landing while 9 months pregnant.
at least we do have teeeeeeny diapers.