Oh good grief, I’m nesting.

I’m 33 weeks pregnant, and so help me, I’m nesting.

Have I cleaned anything? No.
Have I begun cooking mountains of food? No.
Have I caught up on the laundry? Well, kind of, but I’ve been good about laundry lately.

So how am I nesting? I’m stockpiling weblog entries.

This is unreal. Usually I’m one or two entries ahead of posting, just so I have something ready to go at the right time. Right now? I’ve got ten weblog entries sitting here in the queue, ready to be whipped out at a moment’s notice for publication. And I wasn’t even doing it consciously. It’s just, “Idea, quick writing, preview, save. Get new idea.”

I’ve never been a neatnick. I guess this is how writers nest.