So I'm nesting.
And, at work, when I have time (which is very few and far between) I have been a rockstar. Reorganizing cabinets. Typing up lists to serve as me for my leave. Filing. I'm a labeling machine.
And then I get home.
And then all I want to do is sit on my couch, or lie in my bed. Which leads to me feeling guilty about not checking things off my very ambitious to-do list. Which results in me being lazy, and feeling bad about it.
I want to clean my house, I want my damn fall decorations up already, I want to go out and buy decorations for Baby M's nursery, I want to do all the things!
But I'm too tired to nest.
I hate to pull the nurse card, but I do think working on my feet for about 60% of my work day contributes to my extra exhaustion. And though I'm not chaning my plans for now, I can sort of understand why many people (coworkers and my OB included) suggested I stop working a full month before my little cutie is scheduled to arrive. Because when you're working like a dog, and you're growing a human, where the hell are you supposed to find the time (read: energy) to clean your closet?