So I guess my way of nesting is different than others. I am doing the exact opposite than most other girls and completely contrary to what people think I would do and that is...nothing. Yep, I have done nothing, and I have no desire. This poor little girl. No exciting nursery to come home too. I was at my 37 week check up yesterday and the doctor had to remind me it's time to get out the car seat, wipe the dust off the swing, and pack my hospital bag. My only response was, oh yea, I need to do that, I guess. What is my problem? All I want to do is put my feet up these days (totally swollen btw).
Last Friday as I was doing the dishes (completely bent over with my arms resting on the front of the sink with my bum sticking out...pretty picture huh?), I looked out the window into my cute little garden and noticed a big, fat, sick looking bird sitting on the edge of our planter box. I looked really close through the window to see if it was alive and it blinked. Instinctively I knew right away what was going on. She is pregnant! I kept checking on her all day long. She was so bloated and just sat there. Every now and again her husband (or so I'd like to think) would bring her a worm to eat. So sweet. I felt a connection. I knew what she was feeling. The funny thing is that she wasn't "nesting" either. She just decided to chill too. Yeah! I'm glad I'm not alone in this non-nesting thing.