My definition- A pregnant woman's desire to have everything in order for the new arrival. An urgent desire to do things she has never done before. She cleans things, moves things, collects things, and participates in insignificant activities that have nothing to do with anything.
I am officially nesting.
"Janna, what's for dinner? It's 6:00," my husband came into the laundry room behind me. "I don't know," I replied, "How can I think about dinner when I am going through this old box of hinges?"
The next morning before breakfast... "Oooo, what are you making in the slow cooker, Janna?" Dan asked as he peered into the steaming crock pot. "What are we having for breakfast?"
"I don't know, I am making a pot of beans," I answered.
He looked at me confused, "Why?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I can't explain the things I do when I am nesting, Dan. I just had an intense desire to make a pot of beans."
I don't think you are supposed to question a nester's intentions or happenings. It starts to confuse them. It starts to make them question their reality.
"Janna, what is this pile of food on the floor for?" More questioning from my husband. Apparently I need to make an emergency disaster kit for our family because I can't stop buying beans and rice and oats and adding them all to a pile on my laundry room floor. "Dan, we need to buy a porta potty. Where are we going to go to the bathroom in a disaster?" He looked at me, tilting his head and squinting his sarcastic eyes. "Dan," I responded, "This is serious."
I think my problem is Trader Joe’s.
That it is an innate desire, a reality within the pregnant woman.
I have found that I nest with focus, motivation, passion.
I nest exactly like a bird.
I find stuff.
I move it around.
Until I have made my very own....