four weeks and counting

The Nesting Crazy is rearing its ugly head. In the last week I have:

• had my husband pull out the fridge so that I could scrub the side (that is hidden when it is pushed back against the wall and beside our dishwasher)
• insisted that the new sink we've been saving for HAD to be installed this month
• randomly scrubbed the inside of my microwave for 30 minutes
• used a toothbrush to clean my bathroom sink
• seriously considered remodeling the master bath, instead of just fixing what we have currently
• worn an N-95 mask to do household chores my husband is afraid to do (ever wash a moldy tupperware container? anyone? anyone? No?... I guess we are the only ones who forget their lunch in the car...)
• had to resist the urge to BLEACH-SANITIZE EVERYTHING IN THE NURSERY to kill any errant viruses/microbes

Strangely, I do not feel it necessary to NOT do any of these things. Instead, I feel validated by the pregnancy to let my OCD get the better of me. Some of these things do need done (like the microwave - it was GROSS, I hadn't cleaned it in the last YEAR.), but most of them are totally unnecessary (e.g. BLEACH). I suppose it's a good thing that I have coping techniques to keep me from engaging in the truly OCD behaviors. Probably safer for all involved... after all, bleach fumes can't be good for anyone, pregnant or not.

My yak is named George

"Aha!" moment this morning (see yesterday's post): yak shaving

(Props to Deanna.)

ack!

I cannot bring myself to blog regularly. I suppose this is due to the fact that I am B-to-the-USY.

They say that busy people get more done, but I feel lately like a lot of my hecticness is due to my OCD. I am constantly having to work on being on time for meetings (at work and after) and to keep focused on a particular task. Example: I went to find the tax information, and then I went to dig for it in the hall way and I remembered I wanted new foundation out of my stock and wanted to find out if it matched and then I saw my computer and wanted to check if the internet was working... and where did I put that tax form?... now where is that compact?... do I need to revise my order tonight? should I just buy samples somewhere else or... do I have enough money in my account to pay my credit card bill... when am I going to make time to make the money... where is my calendar?

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See my problem? Luckily, I have an appointment with my psychiatrist next week. And a hair cut. Because both my crazy and my hair are getting on my LAST FREAKING NERVE.