Nesting and the Subaru Commercial

The whole thing starts with a bright, shiny new Subaru sitting in the driveway. A dad leans in to give instructions to the driver. The driver is a little girl, maybe 5 or 6. He tells her all the things she needs to know about staying off the freeway and not using her phone while driving. Then finally he gives her the keys, of course, the little girl was really a teenage girl with golden locks and innocent eyes. That’s when I lose it. I mean crying my eyes out over a Subaru commercial! Weeping on the couch until my husband comes in the room and asks what my problem is. A few days later, I’m watching Kill Bill Vol. 2. The Bride comes to the final climax ready to do battle with Bill, instead she finds her daughter alive and well. As Uma Thurman takes the little girl into her arms for the first time, I start crying and struggle to stop! The things these two TV events have in common are the fact that I’m hopped up on Hormones. Uncontrollable Hormones. The same ones that make we weep when I read a picture book to my toddler about our beloved, and losing, Chicago Cubs. The same ones that make me obsess over the curtains in my son and soon-to-arrive daughter’s room. They HAD to be taken down and ironed on Sunday. I ironed their curtains! That has to be crazy on a lot of levels. The same Hormones are making me crazy over the state of our kitchen and the rug in the front room not being spotless. The funny things pregnancy does to you. The strange things that make you choke up, or make you stay up until all hours of the night because the towels in the bathroom need to adjusted and re-adjusted. I’m far from OCD, but when I get to this stage of pregnancy, I can’t help but clean and tidy, move and adjust. I feel just like a cat fluffing and re-fluffing the shredded paper in the nest she’s about to give birth in. Luckily for me I have an understanding husband who first hung, un-hung, then hung again, the kids curtains after I decided they were too wrinkly to be where people could see them.