Nesting Instinct
It’s one of these things one doesn’t even bother to think about before it actually hits you like a sledge hammer. The thing they call “nesting instinct”. That’s the wired urge of a becoming mother to prepare – yes you may have guest it – the nest. And while I watched J’s efforts to clean our little apartment with the mighty chemical coils the gods – we may as well say a well known supermarket chain around here – have supplied us with, and of course had some fun on her account, it started to affect me as well. Contagious bastard hormones. I began to fix some electric stuff, made the balloon light I was thinking about the last month and felt the need to organize my things as well. A reason mybe to set up my website again originated in this instinct. Maybe it’s not the worst thing that could happened. Not like the weight reserve I put on for… no idea, if it’s for winter, there has to be another ice age.
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