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Pregnancy and The Big O

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There came a point in my pregnancy when I became focused on a certain activity. It obsessed my thoughts all day long. It was constant. And the more I did it, the better I felt. Prior to my pregnancy, it was something I liked to do and tried to make time for. But as my pregnancy progressed, it became something that I could not go one day without doing.

It was The Big O....Organization. All the pregnancy books call it “nesting.” For me, as the baby’s arrival grew closer, I had to have everything in my house in just the right place. It started with the baby’s room . . . painting the walls, displaying the perfectly matched bedding and accessories, washing and putting away his clothes, all the clothes. Each little outfit was carefully hung in his closet. His tiny socks, sleepers, and hats, folded and placed in their own basket on the shelves of the changing table. The toys, toiletries, blankets, diapers, wipes……everything. I was so organized. I was crazy.

Once I was finished with every other room in the house, I started tackling projects that I hadn’t looked at since moving in. My husband awoke early one morning to find the spot next to him cold and empty. He rubbed his eyes as he walked and followed a light shining in from another room. “What are you doing?” he asked me. “It’s 4:00am.” “Oh, I couldn’t sleep and decided to alphabetize our CD collection,” I responded. “Would you put The Steve Miller Band under S for Steve or T for The?” He just shook his head and went back to bed. He was used to it by now.

All our clothes were arranged by color in both our closet and dresser drawers. I bought baskets and bins and every little thing had its own place in each closet. All the cans and food packages were carefully stacked (and organized by food type and meal that it was used for) and turned so all labels were visible upon opening the cabinet doors. I don’t know what I was thinking. This thing had taken me over.

The night my water broke and I went into labor, my husband carried our bags out to the car and returned inside only to find me hanging pictures up on the walls. “We have to go to the hospital!

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Great story! It brought back all kinds of memories from my one and only pregnancy! It is so true how we become obsessed with something that we will never, ever have total control over again - NON CLUTTER!!! :)

Thanks for making me laugh!


March 20, 2009 - 1:25pm

When pregnant with my first son, my doctor told my husband that one of the first "warning" signs of oncoming labor was that I'd suddenly start cleaning house, that nesting instinct. My husband quipped back that I'm constantly cleaning (I have OCD), so he was not sure he'd be able to tell the difference.

The morning that labor did start, I was busily padding about the house, at around 5:30 a.m. - which is not that unusual for me - but complaining that I didn't feel very well. My husband kept calling the doctor every half hour or so, but I refused to go to hospital until I felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat. Yep, it was labor alright; and, 20 hours later, we had a son.

As far as pairing with a clutterbug, I am married to one. It has taken nearly 30 years for him to win his battle against my OCD; frankly, I've given up and am too tired to keep up with my own compulsions. Another pregnancy, though, is out of the question, LOL!

March 18, 2009 - 8:12pm


I am so laughing out loud at your adventures in pregnancy, and this one especially. I have never had a child -- perhaps that's why my home never got organized the way I'd hoped?

I'm seeing a new business opportunity here, pairing pregnant women with perennial clutterbugs....

March 17, 2009 - 8:36am
(reply to Diane Porter)

Thank you. It was nice to read your comments and I am glad that you enjoyed it.

March 18, 2009 - 4:51pm
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