Nesting

Lately, wifey's been staying up way past her bedtime, fighting exhaustion, to take care of the home... picking stuff up off the floor, placing things in their assigned spots, and putting me in my place. Come sundown, I can expect a tornado of dusting cloths and meticulously aligned objects. She's experiencing the stage of pregnancy called "nesting." They say it's a hormonal catalyst, that forces the mother-to-be to begin preparing the home for their new arrival. As a witness and unwilling participant, I can say that there's no stopping a nesting woman. Let her clean, pick up, and re-arrange. If she starts moving the entertainment center, you should probably help her.

Men aren't immune to nesting either. When men nest, it's more along the lines of building and prepping, whether it be furniture assembly or car seat installation. I'm in this phase now, but I wouldn't call it nesting - it's more like "panic."