Total Truth Tuesday: Yes, I AM nesting, thankyouverymuch.

Nesting.

Everyone tells you it's a sign of impending labor (whatever that means). What everyone fails to tell you is just how annoying it is to those around you.

Because, people, I am nesting something fierce right now. And my family is paying the price.

I guess for some women nesting involves getting the baby's room ready. For me, it involves obsessively stressing about every single task around the house that has been left unfinished for more than 5 minutes.

I don't know what it is like for most women, but for me it is almost a physical reaction to things left undone. My skin starts to crawl. It's similar to the feeling one gets from drinking the never-ending sweet tea refills at Cracker Barrel until more than 2 gallons of highly caffeinated and sugared tea is coursing through your veins. Not that I've ever done anything like that. That's purely hypothetical.

So, in the past, my nesting efforts have included scrubbing kitchen floors on my hands and knees (twice), buying half a dozen new laundry baskets and over 100 new hangers to organize every single piece of laundry sitting anywhere in our house, buying a carpet cleaning machine and obsessively steaming the carpet since the baby was going to be crawling all over it within 5 minutes of coming home from the hospital, right?

This time my nesting has been more passive aggressive. There are lots of things that need to be done. And, unfortunately for my husband, they are things I can't accomplish on my own. Which means I have to beg, nag, plead, and cajole him into taking the nesting burden upon himself.

He is not amused.

What about you? What is the weirdest (or most expensive) things you've tackled and blamed on nesting?