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.