Why do they say that nesting is an early suggestion that labour is about to start?  In all three of my pregnancies I have nested like mad for the whole of the second trimester.  We’ve just moved house to a really lovely place that suits all our purposes absolutely perfectly.  Bizarrely (for me), I have been seized by an overwhelming need to keep the place absolutely spotless.  I’ve been clearing up after myself and the girls as soon as we stop doing whatever is making the mess (instead of ending up with several days worth of toys and mess to tidy away when we have someone coming over); sweeping our lovely laminate floor twice a day (instead of vacuuming only when I can’t stand the bits sticking to my feet any longer!); washing up after every single meal (instead of leaving a days washing up for DH to do as he gets Mopsy to sleep in the sling in the evenings); putting away all the washing as soon as it’s dry (instead of once a fortnight gathering the energy to empty the huge Ikea bags of clean clothes we’ve managed to accumulate and which we’ve spent the last two weeks searching through for the clothes we’re going to wear that day as there are none in the drawers/wardrobe); cooking supper or bathing the girls before DH gets home so he has more time to play with them (instead of leaving both jobs for DH to do when he gets in from work!); the list is pretty much endless!  I keep telling myself that, as well as enabling us to live in a very pleasant environment most of the time, it also means less work as I have less to do when I do decide to clear up/wash up/whatever.  However, I am absolutely knackered by the end of each day and feel like I’ve been seriously overdoing it - aching bump, aching back, seriously in need of hot baths and warm beds.  The laziness I’ve been describing is a hang-over from my first trimester when I genuinely was too ill and tired to do anything at all - getting dressed in the mornings pretty much did me for the day and putting the girls in front of the tv. for an horrific amount of the day was the only way I could get through it - but it’s taken moving house to galvanise me to utilise my lovely second-trimester-energy-boost.  What I really need to be doing is making the most of it to get all my last assignments done, and prepare for Christmas early so that when the third-trimester-sluggishness hits me, I have very little I need to do.  Being a housewife extraordinaire sadly leaves little time for things like that though!

ps. Although I still feel a bit yucky digestion-wise (serious heartburn and a real post-meal ‘depression’), I am really enjoying this bit again - baby is kicking loads, and strong enough for DH to feel, although not strong enough for Flopsy to feel, sadly; I love my body when I’m pregnant too - I lose loads of weight so look slim everywhere but my tummy, which is lovely and rounded instead of flabby and minging!  Hurrah for second trimester highs!