No “nesting” here.  No great motivation.  No feelings of accomplishment.  Instead, there is school work getting done in fragments.  A few small jars of refrigerator pickles made.  A few short minutes of dishwashing, trying to make whatever dent I can in the piles (that are not completely overwhelming only because Tim washed many this morning).  A glass of water that doesn’t agree with my stomach, but which I hope will help my headache.  A bunch of veggies and some chicken pretty much thrown into a pan that somehow needs to become something edible for dinner.  A mental note to let an extremely eager 6 year old help in the kitchen.  A quick load of extraneous laundry started.  A tablecloth finally getting put on the table, after a few days of being neatly folded beside it.  Brief online searches for sconces and baby carriers and squash recipes.  Worship music playing to help me try to keep some perspective.  Instructing children in various random tasks to help maintain some kind of order.  Thinking about gifts for my soon-to-be five-year old’s August birthday.  Crying over my inadequacies, but then trying to convince myself that there must be a reason God made me who I am.  Reading Psalm 71 and being reminded of God’s goodness to me.  Fighting back fears and worries about this upcoming labor and delivery.  Reminding myself that He is enough in all of this.