I only had one labor for my 3 children - the younger 2 were caesareans (there is a whole other post about that sometime!) - but I certainly got the nesting instinct.
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| Toby was born 2 days later, but no nesting instinct! |
Hannah was due on December 10, but the day came and went uneventfully, as did the next couple of days. The weather was hot, and the complications I was suffering meant that it was nearly impossible for me to stand up for more than 10 minutes without fainting. Needless to say I wanted the baby out.
On the morning of December 16 I woke up, and for some unexplainable reason decided that the house needed cleaning. It was already pretty good (there were no kids to make a mess!), but I discovered there were fingerprints on the light switches and door handles. Like a woman possessed, I had to get these light switches clean. I worked like a demon, scrubbing the light switches, and miraculously managed to stay upright for up to an hour at a time before needing to lie down for half an hour (this was more than I had managed in about 3 months). Unsurprisingly, I went into labor that night, though it was another 30 hours before we met Hannah for the first time.
A friend of mine tells of how, at 40 weeks, she decided that her husband's work ute was disgusting and in the 40*c heat, was out washing and vacuuming it furiously, refusing to listen to her husband who said he would do it.
The Country Boy says he almost wishes I had gone into labor with the other 2 kids - I might have managed to clean something else in a fit of nesting. More likely I would have found something equally unnecessary to do (alphabetize the spice rack, sort the towels out according the light spectrum etc.), rather than do something useful like scrub the toilet or vacuum.
Did you have a nesting urge? Did you do anything crazy or unnecessary?
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