Day 92: Dads nest, too

Add “car nesting” to my theory

There are some ways in which my husband are exactly alike. Like our mutual love of a tidied house and beds made every morning. Or the attention to detail we naturally have for plans and logistics.

And then there are the ways in which we are more complementary. He the natural go-getter, me the behind-the-scenes strategist. The hunter and the gatherer. The extrovert and the introvert. The one who asks for forgiveness and the one who asks for permission.

There’s magic to both modes. We can divide and conquer at home and in life in all sorts of ways, and those are the moments I know we’re meant to be.

So far, I notice our complementary sides come into play more often when it comes to preparing for this baby. Like in my first trimester, when my husband was a pillar of confidence and strength at a time I was extremely anxious about the future.

We fill in each other’s gaps. And it’s been fun to see how we each scratch the nesting itch in different ways. He is puzzled when I insist on Lysol-wiping all the books in the baby’s room, but then sees the logic when I show him a remarkably dirty swipe. I in turn wonder why, after all the years we’ve lived in this house, this is the time he decides to update the locks on our doors (I understand now and I appreciate it!).

I push myself to stay up late to tackle Swiffering the laundry room (universe forbid the baby comes home and spots how dusty it’s gotten). My husband makes sure our cars are always topped up on gas and the mats are sprayed clean. I sterilize and organize and make different caddies for around the house. He pulls out art to frame for the baby’s room.

We are nesting together.