Forget making Martha Stewart-inspired cookies or putting together an office organization plan from Real Simple … right now I can barely motivate to wipe the crumbs off the toaster. Typically I’m a house-cleaning, clutter-clearing, gourmet dinner-making fiend! Pre-pregnancy, every night Marc and I would sit down to some delicous plate of grilled salmon and fresh vegetables, followed up by a delightful baked dessert of some sort. Not so anymore.
Despite my best intentions to be the best baby host I can be … my eating has really gone downhill. Instead of preparing our gourmet meals, I find myself picking through the fridge to make a salad for dinner or a bowl of canned soup at lunch. Yogurt and Apples with Peanut Butter have become our after dinner “treats” … and while insanely good for me, I’m a bit appalled at my lack of enthusiasm when it comes to cooking.
And it’s not just cooking, either. The thought of crouching around in the bathroom the scrub the shower or mopping the kitchen floor seems like a colossal waste of time. Maybe it’s because we’re in the process of making a cross-country move and we’re incredibly busy with other things. Maybe when we get to Seattle the foodie in me will reappear, and as we get settled I can start back on my insane dusting habits.
Then again … maybe Anti-Nesting isn’t so bad afterall.
