Nester, no Nesting!

I don't think anyone that reads this blog is familiar with Dora, the Explorer, but in it there is a character "Swiper" the fox who comes around every episode and steals something unless Dora (and the kids at home) can say "Swiper! No Swiping!" in time.

I've got the urge, man, I've got the urge to nest and all that comes into my mind is, "No Nesting!" but in the "Swiper, no Swiping" tone.

I went into a store to Christmas shop today and all I wanted to was to buy clothes that would work directly postpartum.

I walked into my garage to see the pregnancy clothes bins and wanted to start putting my pregnancy clothes away.

I want to pack my hospital bag.

Steve gets on a plane tomorrow. I am not allowed to nest. "Nester, no Nesting!"

On a serious note... we went to dinner last night and I asked if he wanted me to do anything for him while he was gone household-wise and he said, "Just don't have the baby." *sigh* The ONE time he's sentimental and I have virtually no control over the outcome. He then reassured me and told me not to feel bad if it happened.

But it won't. Technically that would be a MONTH early which is just way too early for me. So, it's all good. 11 days... I can wait 11 days.