Nature is amazing.

Not that I think there are many (any?) men who read this blog, but if by some freak chance you happen to be a man and you're reading this blog, I can pretty much guarantee you this post won't interest you in the least.  It'll probably have the opposite effect.

This pregnancy has been oddly different than my other two in that I haven't done, well, anything to get ready for baby.  Aside from the obvious prenatal appointments and trying to take care of myself, this one has just been so nonchalant.  I was thinking it was more that we really recognize by the third time that there's very little a newborn needs, but now I'm just wondering if I've got a case of delayed nesting.

I went through a case of organizational nesting back a month or two ago, but once fatigue set in, it was over as quickly as it began.  Then a few days ago, I woke up itching to rearrange our entire house.  I do this, you see.  While pregnant with Adalyn, I think we went through two rearrangements.

When I brought it up to my husband last night, I was met with a big, fat, "No way."  I can't say I blame the guy.  He's always bearing the brunt of my brilliant schemes in that he's the manual labor.

I was starting to get worried that I was so lacking in motivation now that this baby would come into the world and have nothing, not even a diaper in its name.  I hadn't bought a thing from our homebirth list.  I was just satisfied being fat and lazy pregnant and tired.

But nature kicked in, as she likes to do, and lit a fire under my butt.  Monday I started off with my famous list making, trying to document everything under the sun we could possibly need for this baby and this birth.  I finally got serious about names, ordered a few baby hats with said names (necessary, right?) and today stocked up on diapers, breastmilk bags, pacifiers, newborn onesies and pants, etc.

I just think it's so amazing the way nature (and God) has planned everything so perfectly.  I'm not an extremely organized person by nature (or at all), but when I need to get things done, somehow that's exactly what I have the energy and drive for.

Adalyn hasn't nursed much at all for the past four or five months.  I lost all my milk entirely in November because of this pregnancy, so the occasional nursing she's done since then has been for comfort only.  Then a week ago, she started asking to nurse.  All the time.  Morning, noon and night.  She's been quite persistent, and about a day after it started, I noticed I was starting to, uh, get baby's nourishment, if you catch my drift.  :)

How amazing is it that my little toddler could sense that?  Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed by the miracle of pregnancy and birth and the life-sustaining abilities we have as women that I'm just speechless.  This is one of those weeks.