Nest THIS!

Um , so I am kinda ready to be done "nesting." What started as a fun way to pass time and warm-up the home for the arrival of our second child has turned into a full-on case of O.C.D. I can't explain this- but it is real. Like tonight for example, I should have been bawling my eyes out while Ty (Pennington) built a widow and her three young children the home of their dreams and instead I was staring at the coffee table books below the television wondering if I should arrange them in a different order. How ANNOYING is that? I am actually quite sick of myself to be honest. I don't remember it being this bad my first time around. I have found myself nearly sleepwalking to the utility closet to grab the vacuum- just so I can feel the gratification  of lines in my carpet- several times a day. I make my bed as if I was once beaten senselessly by some sort of military sargeant and I wipe the counters down in such a way that suggests I will be sent home if they are not perfect. Hmmm?? Doesn't this sound AWFUL?

I don't really have a point to this entry other than to hopefully feel some sense of release by writing about it. Though if anyone has any advice for me or a safe prescription they might recommend I am open to that too. On a side note, everything else is going swimmingly. Sofia is healthy and happy, John is still employed and the growing baby inside my belly has a very clean room at the moment. I, on the other hand, am actually really looking forward to stepping away from the insanity that is my head and taking a little vacation at Prentice Women's Hospital in a few short weeks. I have a feeling I will welcome the opportunity for loving nurses to feed me JELL-O and stroke my hair while finally being able to set eyes on my new baby and just, well...TAKE A DEEP BREATH!