I've hit 26 weeks; and perhaps it's my sheer size, but the need to nest has suddenly kicked in.
And it's driving me absolutely bananas. No, I think I might need psychological assistance.
We've realised that at this point, we won't be in a house by the time the baby comes. Which means we'll inevitably move with a newborn and toddler.
You don't understand. I am fretting something chronic.
And the need to nest is now so strong - it really is an actual thing - that I have been at work 6 hours and yet to be able to concentrate on anything, except this:
Those are meant to be flow diagrammes to arrange my thought processes.
They won't make sense to a normal, stable human being, but perhaps other pregnant women can decode it.
It's pregnantese for "Help me I need to organise stuff or I might chew my first off."
The Brit: OK, don't worry. Don't panic.
Peas: [hyperventilating] [trouble breathing]
The Brit: We can use my wardrobe. I can live out of a suitcase for a while. I'll come to work in the same clothes everyday like Zuckerberg.
Peas: [Heavy breathing] That's sweet. Thanks.
The Brit: We can put stuff in storage for a while.
Peas: It all needs to be accessible. The issue here is that he needs to be able to get to his stuff on a daily basis, and she needs lots of stuff easily accessible too. Which means it needs to be in one place all arranged. For toddler meltdowns and newborn poonamis.
Then I start sweating and go back to my diagramme.
Please can we sell our flat soon please can we sell our flat soon please please please.