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.

NaBloPoMo09

Okay... here we go.

Since I haven't updated this since, oh, I don't know SEPTEMBER... I figured I would start off NaBloPoMo right and get y'all caught up properly.

1. I still have a job, for those of you know where I work and have heard about recent happenings. I was not affected. In fact, I will be getting a new cube in the next month. But not a better cube, just a different cube. Same job.

2. We painted one of the extra bedrooms. Guess why. If you can't guess, or haven't heard, see number 3.

3. I'm pregnant. Seriously. No... seriously. You can stop laughing now. And maybe pick up your jaw off the floor. I'm due March 5, no baby belly yet (thanks to my LONG torso/height), cravings so far include Sour Patch Kids, green olives, and pickles. And no, we don't know the sex, and we are going to wait until it gets here to find out. Because, I figure, that way, I have a reason to push the SMALL HUMAN BEING in my STOMACH out when it's time. And no, I will not tell you the names we have picked out. I don't want judging or copying going on.

4. I miss dippy eggs and rare steak. And Brie. Oh what I wouldn't give for some Brie with green apples.

That's about it. More to come in the next month.