It’s happened. The bug has bitten. The nesting bug. That’s a very good thing because it gives me more motivation to get things done – like clean the bathrooms. It’s also a very bad thing because plenty of things that you used to look past now appear bothersome. And not bothersome on an “oh, how annoying” level. Bothersome on an “It’s the end of the world!!!!!” level. Apparently the drama queen bug has bitten as well.

Seriously, though. When you live with a toddler things can get very sticky. Literally.

That candy cane? Well, first she opened the box in the store while grocery shopping. And proceeded to tell me how “Kenzie don’t like candy cane”. Which was true. She groaned the one time she tried one. I now realize it was all part of her devious plan to reach in and grab one for herself to enjoy on the car ride home. And inevitably leave her a sticky mess, with me on the verge of a heart attack from the possible mess. I won’t deny my over-reacting to the possibility of sticky hands touching things which I just. had. to. clean. yesterday. or. I. would. DIE!

That’s when I knew the nesting bug had bitten me badly. I guess other indicators were when I wanted to flip out on the check-out lady for not bagging my chicken separately.

Or when I had to grit my teeth because the playroom was “such a mess”! Quoting from my neurotic head there.

Seriously? That isn’t half bad compared to the norm. Plus, I know there’s no point trying to keep a toddler’s playroom in order!

I even cleaned out the junk drawer. What is that about? It’s called a junk drawer for a reason!

It doesn’t end there, though. Oh no. I even nested for the blog. How? I picked up quite a few spreads for prettier food pictures, like my lunch.

Because when taking photos for my Chobani post I suddenly became aware of a dire need for prettier backdrops for my photos. Yes, a dire need, despite the fact I don’t even do much food blogging to begin with. 

Here’s to hoping this is the start of the end of this pregnancy. And also, here’s to hoping my car will stay so nice and tidy.

Oh, yes. I went there too. Or, more correctly, Peter did with my frantic pleas to clean out my car. I wish I was kidding. I told you the bug had bitten.

Question of the night – Are you a neat freak? What types of things bother you when out of order? Normally, its just the kitchen I like orderly. Lately? Everything!

PS – I am completely bummed that BlogHer Food conference is coming to Atlanta in 2011…the SAME weekend as FitBloggin which I am already registered for. A conference finally comes to Atlanta and I can’t go. Not cool. Not cool.

A day full of miracles occurred in these parts today.

I slept in again. Which I believe, coupled with my day of rest yesterday, helped me to wake up feeling 100% better! No more sickies! A Christmas miracle.

I managed to shower and get dressed in something besides yoga pants and old sweatshirts. Before 8 am. A Christmas miracle.

I also truly, honestly, 100% felt beautiful this morning and loved my pregnant belly. I appreciate my body growing a baby, but sometimes its hard seeing such changes. I fully embraced those changes and reveled in my body today. A Christmas miracle.

Perhaps that sparked my post from this afternoon? Yet another Christmas miracle – I posted 3 times today. Did you catch my ABC’s post?

This morning I had to run out to the store to get some things for baking I have to do this afternoon. It was 40 degrees. That felt warm after the last week. A Christmas miracle for 40 degrees to feel like 70.

After shopping, I enjoyed a delicious lunch. It included pomegranate Chobani. I have never been able to find that flavor. It has now trumped Pineapple as my favorite. A (delicious) Christmas miracle.

Tonight, I baked up Teri’s Pumpkin Gingerbread for a holiday brunch party tomorrow. It’s a Christmas miracle I have refrained from cutting into them right away.

No matter what, though, I will not forget the true Christmas miracle.

That little baby saved my life. Thank goodness such miracles exist.