God, I hate nesting...

So, I've been feeling the "itch" to clean for a few weeks now.  It was kind of gradual.  I didn't want to overwhelm myself.  Well it was kicked into full gear this weekend.  I wanted everything done in two seconds.  What made it worse is that I was so extremely exhausted, I didn't want to do anything!  I wanted Greg to do all the cleaning.  Which worked so well.  I basically broke my back trying to get things done and I had to listen to Greg complain that I was overworking him.

...I really didn't care...

There are things that I'm not "allowed" to do (I.e.: Use the drill to secure the top to the changing table, move the crib to vacuum, vacuum, take the mirror off the wall so I can wash that wall, fix the window trimming, move the changing table, take the laundry downstairs...) that he had to do.  But yet, he didn't want to do any of these things on his days off.  Too damn bad...it needs done.  And I know that the baby won't be very mobile the first few weeks of his life, but when he comes home I want him to be in a clean and organized environment.  I don't care if it takes me until he comes, I want both of our rooms spotless. 

With that being said:  we *finally* got the baby mattress!  AND we got his laundry detergent.  So what does that mean?  That's right, we did 5 loads of baby laundry this weekend.  I still have to fold up his sheets.  And I'm also probably going to refold everything that I folded already.  My original plan didn't work so well, so it's looking like I need to redo it all.  It just looks sloppy.  And I'm on a perfectionist kick. 

Not to mention I have a TON of baby clothing.  It seriously is looking like I won't need to buy any clothing until he's in 12month.  Plus I seriously have over 50 pairs of baby socks.  LOL that just blows my mind.  I thought I had a lot of socks...this kid's got me beat.  I also ran out of space to put all his clothing.  I finally got a hold of my father and I'll be getting my dresser in two weekends.  (Which I will talk about a little later on why that is a HUGE pet peeve.)

I just want to set up his little crib already...cause I'm hoping in 28 days he'll be in it. :)

Alright...my dad.  *Grumbles*  The past few weeks he has been hard to get ahold of.  His wife had to have a lung biopsy (it was negative...thank God) and I can understand him being busy.  Well.  I've been leaving him texts and calls to call me back when he can.  I finally got a hold of him on Saturday.  I was trying to be pleasant with him even though I was in a grumpy mood, but he was making it really difficult.  Whatever, he has a lot on his plate right now.  I get it.  Well he was supposed to buy us a dresser/changing table combo...and I took his budget into consideration.  I didn't choose something super expensive.  Nor did I pick a super cheap thing either.  I picked something that I would get good use out of.  I was informed yesterday that I won't be getting this piece of furniture.  Instead I'll be getting my old dresser from when I lived there.  Not a big deal.  Although I will admit I was a little peeved.  I told him that was fine, but what he said next FLOORED me.  "Well I have this big bike trip coming up (he's going to Milwaukee for bike week.) and since you don't call me or bother to visit me or anything I don't feel like I need to spend money on this baby."

UMKAY!  I didn't tell you that you *needed* to spend money on this baby.  But I let it slide.  Even though he spent nearly $500 on ALL THREE of his step-grandkids.   Next he said that he can't get it to me because of the bike trip.  Again, no big deal.  I was trying to be nice.  Even though I was really pissed at this point.  Next he said...well since you don't have a changing table...what are you going to do?  Well, we technically do have one, I just didn't want to use it as a changing table.  But I'll figure something out.  I was feeling myself become grumpier and grumpier but I didn't want to let on.  There is no reason for him to have the satisfaction that he made me mad.  I almost held it in until he said this precious gem: "Don't forget to call your poor old dad when you go into labor.  I'll have to visit.  As long as it's not next week when I'm gone.  I probably won't pick up if you call when I'm at bike week.  If you go into labor I'm still going...so hold in that sucker until after."

...Why does my parents think that I can just "hold him in" or know when he's going to come?  Seriously...they've been through this before.  They should know that I have NO control over when he's coming.

Out of spite, I want to drop this baby out on Wednesday when he leaves.  Don't piss off a pregnant woman. 

Sorry if that vent sounded like I'm acting spoiled but it's really aggravating.  I know that I wanted second hand stuff.  However, I'm kind of sick and tired of my family "promising" us things that they end up going back on.  My dad with the dresser, (that I could have had when we went up last time, MONTHS ago.) my mom with the bedding and my Gram with the mattress.  In all these cases it would have been easier for us to just go out and get the stuff instead of waiting around for them.  It's annoying.  And I'm sure that my hormones aren't making it any easier on me. 

Now...for the pregnancy stuff.  (LOL sorry for the long post)

The past few days I've been feeling crampy.  I feel like my period is coming.  Like, it's right there.  Apparently that's normal...when you start going into labor.  However, there is this little thing called "false labor" and I'm pretty sure that's what I'm dealing with.  I don't want to get too worked up about anything right now.  I have an appointment with my OB tomorrow.  Hopefully things are going well and he's going to stay in there a little longer. 
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee