A Different Kind of Nest

Perhaps its just laziness on my part, but when I was in my last trimester, awaiting Ava's arrival, I was also awaiting the arrival of that "nesting" urge to kick in. My mom had even asked Aaron if he noticed it kicking in. He thought for a moment, then simply said, "Well, she's getting a massage and pedicure and has a hair appointment, so I guess she is nesting."

Don't get me wrong, I did try and keep the house clean and the freezer stocked knowing that I HAD to get those things done. I HAD to make sure things were in order, but I didn't WANT to. I didn't have the strange, strong urge to scrub the house, cook casseroles to freeze, and stock the pantry. I did what I could force myself to do and left the rest for my husband to deal with. And as I struggled to sweep and mop the kitchen floor yesterday, I received a very pleasant phone call. The receptionist from the spa where I get my prenatal massages called to remind me of my massage and pedicure appointment for Saturday.

This pregnancy has been a little harder then the first one, I blame Ava. I think she's going through her "terrible two's" already. I know that it's just her struggle and frustration at wanting, at needing to do things independently, trying to ignore her obvious limitations (she's only 15 months!). However, she dose have the longest reach of any kid I've ever seen. She can easily out reach a two year old by a foot when something on the kitchen table has caught her eye. Ava also really likes to help. She helps by destroying the house as mommy tries to clean it. She probably thinks she is doing me a favor by making sure I always have something to do. Although, yesterday, I had left two of her diapers in the front room after her nap diaper change. She quietly picked them up and started off towards her room. "Ava! No! Icky!" I called after her, this just made her run, not walk to her room. After a minute she came back out, and I went in, searching for her diapers. I found them. Right where they belonged. In her dirty diaper pail. She was helping mommy. She did good. We danced. We jumped. We clapped. "Good girl baby!!!"

Then I cried.