L thinks I might be nesting.

But I told him, “Look, Buster. I just wrote an article on that very topic, and I happen to know that nesting doesn’t show up until right before the baby comes. Or, at least, I think that’s what I said. I’m not sure. But anyway! I am an expert on these things, so hush with your hogwash and let me get back to organizing these Trivial Pursuit pie pieces by color!”

I don’t think he bought it.

But it doesn’t matter anyway.

Because he doesn’t have time to be speculating about my nesty-ness. He’s got a shoe storage bench to build from scratch for the front porch.

It was totally his idea, swear.