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Nesting?

It is has been over a month since I finished my student teaching.  I went from "working" well over 40 hours a week to working two evenings a month.  It has been an on going joke in the Abbott household that I have become retired since I don't plan to seek a career position until all of our children are in kindergarten.  This has become somewhat of an awkward time for me since the baby is not yet here to occupy my time.  I am waiting to receive my teaching license so I can begin substitute teaching, but until then I've been working on a bad case of cabin fever.  
If your someone who knows me well, you probably already know that I am a bit of a clean enthusiasts.  Even while student teaching, the house was kept "just-so".  I would have never guessed this would have been my personality before I moved out of my parents home.  I had a very typical teenage girl room and bathroom.  
A few weeks ago, I spent a few days cleaning out closets and making space for Miss thing in her new bedroom.  Spent another few days painting and folding her clothes.  Then the construction began on our floors....dust everywhere. ALL THE TIME.  So every evening, when they pack up and go home, I get out the cleaning supplies and clean.  The workers probably think I am crazy and OCD by this point.  I know it is ridiculous.  Cleaning something that will inevitably become dirty again the very next day.  Why not just wait until they are finished completely and then clean?  I'm not sure, I will blame it on nesting.  
Today and tomorrow SHOULD be the finishing touches on our master bathroom, which means....no more workers! Yay!  I am ready to have my home back.  But since they have started wrapping up, I have secretly been making lists of things I can do during the day with workers out of my way.  And I decided, their is no denying this is some type of boredom driven nesting.  However, I will continue to take advantage of this while I got it.  While I haven't started getting big and pregnant yet, I know my energy filled weeks are numbered.  So I plan to fully embrace the nesting...
Yesterday we had another doctor's appointment.  The doctor "snuck a peek" at the baby with another ultrasound.  It was cool to be able to see her movements and feel them at the same time.  As the doctor put it "she definitely has her mother's legs".  I am working on my 23rd week of pregnancy which means I am in my 6th month.  I am a little disappointed that I don't look more pregnant.  If your someone who knows me and saw me pre-pregnancy, you could probably notice a bit of a baby bump, but for the most part, I just look like I've gained some weight.  So far I've gained about 13 lbs.  Which would be perfect, HOWEVER, 12 of those 13 lbs. were gained in the last four weeks.  Oops.  The doctor wasn't too pleased with that.  He gave me a firm reminder that he wants me to gain about 1/2 a pound a week.  Boo...looks like the baby and I will be limiting our chocolate milk and cookie intake.  I also haven't been doing a great job of actually exercising (I've been active with student teaching, and now constant cleaning and house work, but not actual exercise).  So I am planning on looking to get a Y-membership again so I can use the pool and look into doing some yoga.  


Anyways...off to do some more laundry and cleaning.  Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend! 

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