"Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the 'nesting' instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world."
I love birds, I love nests. I am eagerly expecting a baby, counting down the weeks (17 to go). So why do I feel defensive when someone talks about nesting as if it's as "uncontrollable" as a tryptophan coma following a turkey sandwich? (That's a rant for another day.)
I pick out paint colors for the nursery. And then pick them out again. Chair rail or no chair rail? "Oh, you're nesting!" Actually, I think I just like to decorate.
I vacuum the living room for the first time in a month. "Oh, you're nesting!" Really? Most people do this every week.
I do a load of laundry. I clean the shower for the third time since the remodel. (before, after) "Nesting!"
Nesting seems to be just a different name for housework, plus a healthy feeling of imminent doom in the sense of "do it now or it will never get done after the baby arrives." I'll let you know if I have any more severe symptoms, like finally patching and caulking after our countertop swap last year. Until then, don't accuse me of nesting!