I concede.

I get kind of defensive when I think about the "nesting" phenomenon that people claim pregnant women experience when they get close to their due date.  No, no, no I want to say to them.  I'm not nesting, I'm preparing.  I want everything to be ready for Sunny when she comes home - a place to sleep, clothes to wear, diapers to poop in.  I also want our home to be clean and organized so Brandon and I can focus our energies on being good parents.

And then today it hit me while I was mopping the floors and scrubbing the bathtub two hours after the cleaning lady left: I am nesting.