I've been thoroughly bitten by the nesting bug. For the past couple of weeks, I've been going nuts over getting things done in the house, and not all of them for the baby. I rearranged the furniture in three rooms (the game room, our bedroom, and the living room) so I'm happy with it. Steve's jaw just about hit the floor when he came home from work and I'd moved the furniture in the game room and our bedroom, because the main thing I wanted to do was take our huge three piece desk out of the bedroom and put it in the game room. I had to move a bookcase, two couches, several boxes, our dresser, our bed, two nightstands, a recliner, two ottomans, a couple of lamps, and all the office junk sitting on the desk to get things just the way I wanted them. Anyone who's ever seen our desk or moved our bed knows that those two pieces are rather intimidating. But using some smart leveraging and the strength of my legs to drag everything on the ground from room to room, I managed just fine. I really wanted to do it myself for several reasons: Steve's been really busy lately with projects at work, and knowing he had things at home he needed to accomplish in the next couple of months was stressing him out. So I've been trying to do everything on my own that I can so it's less for him to worry about. Also I've been feeling like an invalid because there are so many physical things I just can't do because of the lifting factor and I have zero lung stamina, so this made me feel really accomplished and proud of myself. I'm far from done with all the projects I want to finish before Will's born next month (I'm 95% certain he'll be born in December), but I know I'll be able to finish them all. I'm planning on painting the downstairs bathroom and our bedroom, rearranging pictures, clearing clutter in the whole house, finishing up the photoshopping on the weddings, rerouting the plumbing from the washer to run into the septic tank, making some cloth diapers, sewing a baby sling, and a few other odds and ends. But I've still got seven or eight weeks, right? :D Now, you ask why I consider it nesting if the majority of what I'm doing is not baby-related? Well, the answer to that is simple, my friends. I don't want to look around the house and see all these projects that have been on my mind for months while I have a new baby and NO time for home improvement. It'll drive me nuts. Really. I'd walk around the house with Will and grind my teeth just looking at all the things I really want done and didn't do, and know that I can't do anything about them. So, I'm going to take care of it while I can. Makes sense, eh?

I was at Costco today, and I was appalled to find that they all ready had aisles and aisles of Christmas stuff. Christmas stuff!!!! I can understand it the day after Thanksgiving, but they're about a month early. What's with that? I can understand wanting to be prepared early for the big day and all, but that's just a little bit ridiculous as far as I'm concerned.

I haven't been having any more of those weird pains in my low belly, which I'm thrilled about. I'm going to have to experience enough of that later, I'm sure, so a brief respite is most welcome. I've been feeling pretty good, for the most part. No major complaints, anyway. And at this point in the pregnancy, I'll take what I can get! :D My ribs don't bother me near as much when I'm sleeping anymore, which is wonderful. Heartburn is still a daily companion, but I've worked out how to get rid of it pretty easily and how to avoid it, so it's not so bad either. I'm much more comfortable in general than everyone led me to believe I would be, and I think that's about the best thing that could happen to me right now.