I’ve talked it over with other moms, and many of us have come to the conclusion that we hate–actually even loathe–the term “nesting.” For those who might not have heard the term, it is used to describe the actions of late-in-pregnancy women who are are suddenly stricken with the urge to clean the entire house top-to-bottom or engage in other tasks such as updating existing childrens’ baby books, putting photos in the album, washing the drapery, etc…The term suggests a purely biological, instinctual set of behaviors that overcomes a woman about to give birth with no actual conscious thought on her part. In other words, we’re blindly preparing the nest for the new offspring. A bumbling mother hen always comes to mind when I hear the term.
I humbly assert that there’s nothing unconscious about it. I like to think of it as “thinking ahead,” “being practical,” or “preparing for total life disruption.”
I’m not sure if this is a universal thing or not, but I’ll just say that when I casually mention to a person that I’m going to prepare a few casseroles to freeze for when the baby comes, and that person immediately assumes that smug, knowing, and slightly condescending look before stating smarmily that, “Someone’s NESTING!” I have to exercise superhuman restraint in not shouting back at them, “ACTUALLY, I REALIZE THAT IN JUST A FEW WEEKS I’LL BE COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE FOR MEETING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING’S EVERY WHIM, DAY AND NIGHT, IN ADDITION TO THOSE OF THE TWO CHILDREN I ALREADY HAVE. I AM PREPARING SOME SIMPLE MEALS TO MAKE LIFE A LITTLE EASIER. I’M NOT NESTING, I’M EXERCISING SOME GRAY MATTER.”
Thank you, I feel much better now.