Okay, are you ready to hear this? It’s kind of weird and geeky and screams “pregnant.” I’ve actually hired window and stairs cleaners to come over tomorrow to clean the windows inside, and our stairs leading into our home. Those are the only two things that I absolutely cannot clean. The stairs are so icky and covered with Tink’s hair and dust and dirt and stuff, that I get asthmatic every time I sweep it or try to vacuum it. During pregnancy, I’ve stayed away from it, so now it looks even worse. We haven’t cleaned our windows in several years, and since we live upstairs, it’s harder to clean. This weekend, Dave and I cleaned the insides so that they can see what they need to do on the outside. I can’t wait for it all to happen.

Does this make me weird that I’m actually excited about getting our windows and stairs clean? Dude. This is kind of sad. Haha. I’m really, really nesting. The other week before that, I had the poor husband take down the curtains so I can wash them. The house is almost always spotless. I can’t even stand a candy wrapper out of place. The floors are always vacuumed. This is ridiculous. It gets tiring too, but I like that the house is so neat now. I’m even keeping the lovely bathrooms clean on a weekly basis. Since both bathrooms are completely newly renovated, it’s nice to keep them both clean all the time. Gran also recently had hers done up too, and had a bigger tub to fit some new shower chairs so she can get in and out easier.

Now… if only I can just sleep at night, I’d be all set. The bigger the tummy gets, the harder it is to sleep and the harder it is to roll out of bed in the morning without feeling like I’m gonna fall off balance somehow. Heh.