So, yes, nesting. It is what I am doing right now in a very big way. I think in large part the whole house renovation has compounded the hormones and turned me into a neat freak – which I normally am not. I also do not have that third trimester exhaustion yet, so I putter around cleaning and tidying and stacking things just so. (And given that I have a husband and some cats, I tend to re-stack and re-tidy things roughly a million times a day. That’s just an estimate, though.)

I have also noticed I have gotten fastidious about being clean – specifically my hands. This is somewhat of a problem considering that I work as a bank teller. Have you ever noticed how dirty money is? It’s disgusting. My fingers quickly turn greyish from whatever grossness comes off the bills while I’m counting, not to mention the ink. Then I feel like running in circles holding my hands up saying, “Eeewwwww!!!” until I can reach a sink or wipe. As a side-effect of the frequent hand-cleaning they are also getting extremely dry, so I’m constantly putting on lotion. Did I mention that this goes on all day long? And no, this did not start when I got pregnant, so it’s not a mental “don’t want to get germies” thing… this is a physical reaction to dirty hands like I used to get as a child when I’d attempt to play in dirt. (I said “attempt.”)

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My uterus has apparently reached my ribs. One week it was all, “It’s getting close, I feel kicks in my ribs sometimes” and then the next week it was “Holy hell I have a bowling ball pushing against my ribs. And it’s not her feet all the time. I think it’s just the ute, pushing upwards like a good, expanding ute does. I can feel my ribs flaring. And the belly is starting to really push upwards towards my boobs. Oh I didn’t like this part last time. Uncomfortable! And forget bending over. Every time I even reach forward to change the radio station in my car I get out of breath and sore (not to mention kicked in the ribs half the time).