...in every sense of the word...yes, I am.
I'm into the 9th month of pregnancy...need I say more?
I'm so fussy that Hubby, by sheer instinct, has started to give me more space...to let me make my enormous list of things to do before Babe comes, to talk talk talk (nag?) about each and every thing I need to complete on this list, and then to panic that I won't get it all done.
Yes, this would be the start of the phenomenon of "nesting".
I'm so fussy that I have started my cocooning process. I don't leave my house unless I have to, because by golly, that would mean that I would have to get out of pajamas or my yoga pants. Another reason is that I no longer even fit into the cute maternity clothing I purchased. And because all I want to do is clean the house at the moment.
Again, the whole nesting thing...
I'm even so fussy that I refused to use a ruler/rotary cutter when completing this doll quilt for a swap at Sewingmamas. I wanted to use as few tools as possible for the entire project, so I don't have to take out my cutting mat or rulers from my sewing storage. I then fussy cut all of the pieces, to include the binding, and I only used fabrics from my scrap bin because I didn't want to undo the already folded yardage in my drawers.
I decided to approach this process freely, with my goal to match the solids with its middle square, but I improvised on how large each courthouse step would be.
And by golly, it seemed to have all worked out the way it's supposed to. It was definitely hard to let this one go.
Maybe this nesting thing isn't so bad after all.