Nesting

I've read that all this getting ready for the baby--cleaning things out, making room for new things--is called nesting. I feel like I'm nesting all the time anyway because our place is small, especially compared to where we lived before. Now I have a rule where if I bring something in, something goes out. There's just not enough room for too much stuff. The only problem with this rule is I have a hard time parting with things sometimes, even the littlest, most inconsequential things. Like the nest you see here topping my lady head vase--it's been on this table, then that table, in this drawer, then that. I just move it around. And the little bits of bric-a-brac in the nest, those things Lisa gave me, and they've just wandered around our place aimlessly as well until now. I found a home for both the nest and the bric-a-brac in (or rather on) my lady head vase. She's often empty, without a flowery top, so I made a sort of hat for her when she's not sporting fresh cut flowers. What's on her mind? You know, the important things in life: time, God, and jewelry.