nesting

I feel like I've been hibernating for the last week or so. That may sound ridiculous (since I don't ever leave the house), but I don't know how else to describe it. My day-to-day hasn't really changed, but there's something in me that's slowing down even more and leaving lots of room for slow, cozy thoughts. Maybe this is how I'm nesting, since I can't clean and cook?

Last night I couldn't sleep for a few hours (sidenote: restless leg syndrome is bizarre). In the past when this has happened I've been overwhelmed with the desire to walk or do yoga or generally break bed rest protocol...if it's dark and no one will know you did it at 4am it doesn't count, right? But last night for the first time I wanted to rock. So I went out to our living room, leaned back in Will's big leather chair, and rocked until my legs - and the rest of me - felt restful. My mind quieted and I stopped thinking of the hundred "to-do's" left on our lists. I stopped thinking about how we couldn't possibly be ready to bring a baby home. Instead, I recognized that at 4:45, with my body tired and the rest of the city sleeping around me, what I wanted to be doing was rocking a baby. 

I promise I'm not delusional. I have enough parents of newborns in my family to know that midnight feedings won't always be accompanied by feelings of contentment and peace. But it was nice to realize that even if artwork isn't hung and diapers aren't purchased, I am getting ready in another way.