Feathering my nest?

This weekend I have been a little nuts. The nesting urge struck just a little bit. I don't know what else to call it, because I've never been so neurotically crazed about having clean organized cabinets before in my life...so I think that's the only thing I can chalk it up to. It's been awhile since the house has seen a deep clean, so I think that's the other half of it. Having an inch of dog scum on the kitchen tile was grossing me out just a bit more than I could deal with, so that translated into two days worth of scouring every inch of the lower level of my home. Problem is it takes me twice as long to do ANYTHING these days, since I'm carrying around a sand filled beach ball in my belly, and I pay in pain long after my day of neurocy ends. Last night I was so sore after I crawled into bed I couldn't find comfort no matter how many pillows I stacked around me, or what side I laid on. Getting up was a major task, as it usually is, but last night, it was twice the battle. I was SO sore that I thought my legs were going to give out in between trips to the bathroom and back to the bed. Adam laughed at me at one point because of all the grunting I was doing trying to crawl back into bed. I started sobbing. Not because he was laughing at me...actually I had been on the verge of tears since I stopped cleaning. I just get to the point where I literally hit a wall and I can't do anymore. My body won't let me, and it frustrates me! The original plan was that we would hire someone to come in and do all the deep cleaning the last month of the pregnancy, and the month after Hayden's arrival...but it wasn't quite in the budget with Christmas, and a few life insurance payments that needed to be made. (Dang it! I hate bills that sneak up on you...you know they're there...but you kind of forget about it until they show up and smack you upside the head...like "DUH DUMB DUMB...you knew I was coming!" SO, no maid service for me this month. Bah humbug!
I kept telling myself I would do just a little more today, and keep doing a little more each day after that. But today came...and I started it by going to the grocery store, then I did a load of laundry, followed by making banana bread ( we had three bananas that were just hideous...and throwing them away is such a waste, especially, in our house, when we all love banana bread as much as we do!)Then I finished up vacuuming and scrubbing the floors ( with my swiffer cleaner...not on my hands and knees. Bending over doesn't happen very often these days, and getting down that low is definitely a no go!) I made the kids help a little more today since I knew there was no way I was getting it ALL done by myself. They helped me get the laundry out of the dryer, and change the loads out from the washer. Nolan took out the garbage, helped me move some of the furniture so I could vaccuum, and put some of his clothes away. Evyn dusted and put her clothes away as well. I finished decorating the tree, the entry way and the mantel and decided that was all the decorating I was doing this year. I did enough that nobody could call me a Scrooge. By the time Adam finished up his shift today and made it through the door I was on the verge of tears again. I hadn't even started upstairs yet. Usually (not pregnant) I can get all this done in one day...including the upstairs. I'd been cleaning for two days straight now...and the house still wasn't done. I had hit my wall for the day. I hadn't put any of the laundry away, the master bathroom was a disaster of epic proportions, as was the master bedroom, loft, computer room and kids bathroom. I had given Nolan orders to scrub their bathroom down as Adam was coming in the door, and Adam felt so bad because he could tell just by looking at me that I was in that exhausted state where I just felt completely overwhelmed. I just laid down on the bed and started crying. I've gotten to the place where I KNOW that I can't do as much as I normally would...but I don't like it. I don't want to accept it at all...and I keep pushing myself even though I know the end result is not going to be good. Usually on Sunday it's my goal to get things done before Adam gets home so he can just come home and relax and we can enjoy the end of my weekend, and the beginning of his week. Tonight he got home, took one look at his pathetic wife, and started putting laundry away. I've never felt so bad, but relieved at the same time. Bad that my husband had gotten up this morning at 4:30, worked his shift, and came home to a crabby, exhausted very pregnant wife (when the exhaustion is self induced...I have to take responsibility for the crankiness that comes with it...so that accounted for a good portion of the guilt I felt as Adam was cranking away at the laundry that needed to be hangered and hung.)I was relieved to have the help, though. It allowed me to rest my feet for a minute, and get it together...then I was up and at it again. I helped him put the rest of the laundry away, wiped down our bathroom counters, and picked up the loft. I still need to dust, vaccuum and really clean our bathroom...but there was no way it was happening tonight. Promising myself I will do it tomorrow...o yeah...and wash sheets, too. Why this all needs to be done, right now...I'll never know. I guess I just figure I only have a few weeks before Hayden arrives, if that...and I don't know what the circumstances of my labor will be. It's a good guesstimate that there will be people in our house besides us...coming in to take care of the dogs...handle the kids...all that stuff...and it mortifies me that there might be dirty sheets on the beds when they come walking in the back door ( even though I know they will never even see the color of the sheets). I know...calm down, right?
I finished off the day by making some cream cheese frosting for the banana bread and doing the last few loads of laundry.
At least I can breathe easy knowing that the house has been cleaned when this little boy arrives, right?