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Nesting...

Everyone knows about pregnant women and their nesting. Sometimes I'll be doing things and Matt will say, "Stop nesting!" I always laugh a little because it's not like I wake up and think, "Hmm, let's see, I think I'll nest today." It's much more, well, I don't know...natural? Innate? Maternal? In any case, I thought I'd share the definitions I found that I like the most:

Nesting as a noun:
"a snug retreat or refuge; resting place; home"

Nesting as a verb:
"to settle or place (something) in or as if in a nest"

Today included a variety of nesting activities: washing clothes, organizing blankets and such, cutting and organizing coupons (by date and product), hanging curtains (or, um, "supervising" that project), washing baseboards, etc. In no way did I clean the whole house or even do something as simple as make myself dinner. But, what I did do gave me a sense of peace and comfort. Baby Dot's room is far from finished - we're still waiting on the hutch, we're working on finding a rocker we like, and her lamp won't be shipped until the middle of April. But, when I walk by her room and peek in I'm filled with happy thoughts of the baby girl that will soon join us.

I can't wait to welcome Lyla to her nest :)

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