Could this be Nesting?

I've been on maternity leave for all of three days. And it's still about a month until Baby Max is due. For the last three days, I've been swept up by a sudden surge to clean and organize the baby's room. In fact, yesterday - Day 2 - I washed almost all of the baby's items, including clothing, bedding, blankets etc. I think I was in the laundry room washing and drying for ummm...three hours! And, I didn't even realize the time flying. After, I folded all the stuff on my dining room table. There, I realized that we have a lot of stuff for this little guy! In fact, as I organized Baby Max's closet, the B came in to look at my work.

"Wow," he said. "Baby Max has more closet space than I have. That's a lot of clothes...and stuff, for Baby Maxity."

"I know," I said. "It does look like a lot, but remember, this is stuff he'll wear over the next year."

"I don't know," said The B. "I don't think he needs all this stuff."

We'll see.

And then, I still had enough energy to go to the gym. I was on overdrive! I did 40 minutes on the elliptical and even bumped up the intensity. I was sweating like a pig and felt so good. I followed up this cardio workout with some core work and weights. I still felt fantastic. I wish every workout was like this.

Trouble is, I really should pace myself. After all, this was only Day 2 of my maternity leave.

Day 3 - today - was much of the same.

This morning, I started the knitted baby blanket that I've been dying to start. (I already have a very modern quilt in the works!) I didn't even need a nap. I ended up heading to the gym again. (I've now become a fair weather runner and didn't even consider running outside in the rain!) I did 50 minutes on the treadmill. This was my first treadmill workout since I've been preggers. And now I see why. By about 30 minutes, I was ready to poke my eyes out! At least each machine had its own personal TV and all I had to do was plug my iPod into the outlet for sound.

Since I usually pound the pavement, I forgot how much easier it is to run on a treadmill. There's no wind and the machine gives you a little momentum. I did have a great workout, but it was not the same effort as running outside. However, for a preggo like me, with looser joints, the treadmill is my best friend. Still, I miss the wind at my back and the crisp air in my face.

And FINALLY, I've started to pack my bags. Ever since Lena told me that she delivered her son Ryder about a month early, packing my bags has been a priority. And I did buy those super absorbent pads and newborn diapers that I was told to pack. Tomorrow, I'm planning to go cross border shopping with some friends. I'm looking forward to hitting Target or Tarjay as Katie Couric is wont to say! I'm on the hunt for some granny underwear to wear postpartum. (Sorry folks if that's TMI!)

I'm on a roll. Next week, I plan to start cooking and freezing meals. (That is, after we host Thanksgiving at our place this year.)

The B laughs and says that I've already begun to nest. Perhaps he's right. But then again, with a month to go (hopefully) pacing is important. Ah...another lesson I've learned from running.