Nesting?

I might be nesting.  I thought about denying it, but yesterday I vacuumed three times, hung a picture, and made my bed.  Why does this instinct kick in so late?  I would argue that this particular aspect of hormonal life could be way more useful a little before the waddle kicks in.

Also, please lift Laine up in your thoughts and prayers.  He is really worried about me.  I have assured him that I will be fine, but he is a tender little guy and is having trouble coping.  Not surprisingly, Annabel is fine.

Hope your home is as sunny as mine is this morning.