Nesting. Sort of.

I have all the impulses, but none of the follow through. I like to spend my weekends crazily thinking about all the things that really should be organized before the baby's born. How can I possibly have a messy linen closet when there's a baby about to be born? How can I bring a child into this world when there's an enormous stack of books spilling off my nightstand? I shouldn't even be thinking about going into labor when I haven't rearranged the pantry. And the garage! Dear god, the garage. I might as well give the baby to the circus. I bet circus folk don't have messy garages.

Have I done anything about the spectacular mess in our linen closet? Uh no. But I'm thinking about it really, really hard.