Jason, Run for the hills!

Well, I am thrilled to report that I have moved on another phase of this pregnancy, and it is a scary one! The nesting has begun!
I always figured that they meant that when pregnant women started nesting, that meant working on the nursery... picking out baby furniture, bedding, etc. But no! No! I am in full-on crazy lady mode. Last weekend I kept thinking of so many things I wanted done around the house that I finally had to start a list (goodness knows I can't remember anything on sheer mental power alone). And, this list-- holy moly-- has stuff like "re-grout bathroom tile" and "clean out and reorganize" pretty much every room, closet, or cabinet in the house. Bless our little house, it is lacking in the storage department... you know, like having a pantry... so I'm slashing and burning.
So, in the middle of all this, Jason is studying to get his CAMS certification (it is a banking thing.. Certified Anti Money-Laundering Specialist... that may or may not be it exactly). The test for this certification is in early February. So, Jason, being his most diplomatic and appeasing self, asked fearfully if he promised to help with everything on the list, could he wait until after his test to get started. Of course I, since I was not at that moment in a hormone-fueled state of hysterics, relented. So, Jason, run while you can, because it is about to get buck-wild up in the Rother house.
Otherwise, not too much going on in our world. I feel good and I like to make the baby dance (fun now that I have a belly to bounce around). Although Jason likes to see it go, he also reminds me that it will probably have a case of Shaken Baby Syndrome (notice the capitals... like I've verified that this is the correct medical term). But-- I say-- this way we'll know it will have rhythm!