nesting syndrome

While Housegate rages on, something else has started happening.

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:

These are the jumbled thoughts of storage and compartmental obsession that are on cyclical loop and taken hostage of my brain right now.

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.