That was a craptacular weekend. First Jake’s car died, then my mom and sister had to drive us all the way home on Sunday, then Jake realized he lost the car insurance and ownership papers for his Prelude and Corvette, then I was wide awake last night until 6:30 in the morning. Of course my pregnancy-induced insomnia had to return on a weeknight, right? Then Jake told me today that he’s thinking about holding onto the Prelude for a longer period of time, which pisses me off. The nesting instinct is kicking in full force, and the fact that Gertie will not fit in his car is literally making me panic.

Me: What do you mean you want to keep the car?
Jake: It still has some life left in it. And I don’t want the added expense of a newer car.
Me: Okay, but wouldn’t it make more sense to sell the car now while you can still get a few thousand for it? There’s no way the baby will fit in your car and it’s freaking me out.
Jake: She will fit in it.
Me: No, she won’t. When you get the car back, I want you to take the car seat out to the car and attempt to fit it in your back seat. It will not fit. In fact, it will barely fit into my back seat.
Jake: I can put her in the front seat.
Me: *laughing* No, it’s illegal to put her in the front seat. This isn’t 1978.

I realize that the nesting instinct isn’t exactly rational, but it’s there and it’s hard to get across to Jake how much this stuff bugs me. She’s going to be here in 10 weeks (!!!) and the dresser isn’t done and we haven’t started on the room. Rationally, I know the room is more for us and not for the baby, and that the room technically doesn’t have to be decorated by the time she’s born, but when I start to think about it the internal panic sets in.