My Nesting Style

Woohoo! I've been having trouble sleeping lately, but last night I slept from 10:30pm to 3:30am without waking up. That's more sleep than I've had in a month!

The trouble sleeping comes from the fact that my hips and ribs hurt pretty much all the time, particularly after I've been lying on my side for an hour. So, I'll sleep for up to an hour and a half, flip to the other side for maybe an hour and a half...and then I'm out of sides. My hips are aching, I contort to strange positions to try to relieve the aching, my hips ache anyway, and I end up causing lower back pain in addition. I even have a pregnancy body pillow to try to help with this dilemma, but that really only causes all my tossing and turning to become major productions (pick up pillow, move pillow, commence 11-point turn to heave belly onto other side, adjust pillow, fix blankets, lie down...crap, still uncomfortable), leaving poor Joe without any sleep either.

Of course, once I'm awake my mind starts filling the time, contemplating things like, "How can that radon fan outside possibly make that much noise?" to "I wonder if adding cream cheese to a grilled turkey sandwich would make it taste better?" and "I know, we'll paint the kitchen teal and then it will look fabulous!"

I mentioned this lack of sleep to the women in my prenatal yoga class last night, and the teacher smiled at me and said, "Are you nesting?" Um, if this is nesting, I'm not very good at it. Other people do really productive things when they're nesting. My sister cooked and froze four turkeys and seven batches of cookies. A coworker cleaned her entire house, scrubbing closet floors and cleaning tile grout with a toothbrush. A friend packed and re-packed her hospital suitcase five times. Here's what my insomnia-inspired contemplation has led to:

• Turning off the fan for the radon mitigation system so I don't go crazy listening to it, thereby turning our basement into a potentially toxic zone
  
• Trying cream cheese in my daily turkey sandwich for lunch...still pretty much tastes like a turkey sandwich
• Painting the kitchen teal...and then some other walls green...and then a different green...and then a blue-gray...and now most likely painting it all back to the original "Nantucket White" because yikes, people, it looks like a Crayola box exploded in my kitchen
  
• Washing all the baby clothes and blankets we've received as gifts so far (actual productivity!) and then piling them on the floor in the nursery because we don't have furniture yet (not so much productivity!)
• Washing one of my spare robes to take to the hospital (productive) and draping it over the suitcase that's been sitting in my bedroom for two weeks (not so productive)

In short, I was really hoping there was truth to this nesting theory, and that it would suddenly instill in me some passionate fury of cooking and cleaning. Instead I apparently get insomnia and a continued inability to select paint colors. Good thing my parents and in-laws are coming this weekend to help us out.