Yes, you’re nesting. Or maybe it’s hormonal rage with a mop.

Let’s be honest: the line between wholesome nesting and full-blown hormonal cleaning rampage is blurry AF. One minute, you're alphabetizing your spice rack like a Zen domestic goddess. The next, you're scrubbing the grout with the energy of a woman possessed while muttering something about how no one else ever changes the bloody vacuum filter. Sound familiar?

Welcome to the second trimester. Where your belly's poppin', your hormones are hoppin', and your house is either sparkling or trembling in fear. Nesting is totally a thing. So is rage-cleaning. And sometimes, my dear, they are one and the same.

Let’s decode the chaos: Nesting vs. Rage-Cleaning

Nesting is that primal instinct to make your home the cushiest, safest, cleanest womb-adjacent wonderland for your incoming squish. It’s adorable. It’s powerful. It’s also... unhinged?

"If you’ve reorganized your entire wardrobe at 2am while crying to Adele... it might be rage-cleaning wearing nesting’s trench coat."

Classic nesting signs:

• You suddenly care about baseboards.
• You buy tiny hangers and feel emotions.
• You’re folding onesies in a way that would make Marie Kondo weep with pride.

Classic rage-cleaning signs:

• You are personally offended by a crumb.
• You angrily text your partner a list of the top 47 ways they don’t clean "correctly."
• You vacuum while glaring. Just... glaring.

Bump + Bleach = Dangerous Duo ng>

Whatever we’re calling it, it can be cathartic. There is something deeply satisfying about scrubbing your way through pregnancy anxiety. And look, with your hormones doing high-kicks and your body being a literal miracle incubator, you’re entitled to a little mania with your mop.

But also? Maybe put the bleach down, babe. At least for a sec. Your pregnant lungs will thank you.

“You’re not messy. You’re just waiting for the nesting urge to hit like a truck.”

Confessions from the (cleaning product-scented) trenches

We asked a few second-trimester mums what nesting looked like for them. (Yes, this is 100% anecdotal evidence with zero scientific backing and all the relatable glory.)

• Amanda, 27 weeks: "I scrubbed my fridge until it looked like an appliance showroom. Then cried because I accidentally threw out a pickle jar."
• Jess, 23 weeks: "I bought drawer organizers. For my DOG."
• Lena, 25 weeks: "I threw out my husband’s hoodie because it didn’t spark joy. It was his favourite hoodie. We do not speak of it."

If you’re sitting in a freshly vacuumed room wondering if you’ve lost your mind or just found your maternal groove: you’re not alone.

But let’s not forget...

Your body is working overtime. You’re growing a whole human. So if today’s nesting project is bi

nge-watching Bridgerton in Emamaco maternity leggings with a chocolate bar and a thousand pillows… that counts too, goddess.

Checklist of Things You Might Do While Nesting/Raging:

• Label spice jars
• Vacuum the ceiling
• Shout "I can’t bring a baby into this chaos!" while pointing at a single sock on the floor
• Make a birth plan, a hospital bag plan, and a "what snacks I will eat immediately post-birth" plan
• Clean the air vents
• Re-clean the air vents

Is it intense? Yes. Is it necessary? Also yes (probably). Is it hormonal rage disguised as maternal instinct? Absolutely.

What to do when nesting becomes... a bit much

If you find yourself cr

ying because the curtains aren’t symmetrical, it might be time to take a beat.

Here’s your official permission slip to chill:

• Have a bath (if you can get out again).
• Watch reality TV and pretend it’s research on human behaviour.
• Put your swollen feet up like the queen you are.
• Google baby names you definitely won’t use just for the drama.

"Self-care is the new nesting. Tell the dust bunnies they can wait."

Final thoughts from the land of mop-wielding motherhood

You are building a home. Not just by folding tiny socks and making freezer meals, but by being the radiant, unpredictable, glorious mess you are right now. Whether your floors are clean enough to eat off or covered in discarded maternity bras, you’re doing great.

So next time you find yourself rage-vacuuming with one hand and crying into a Tim Tam with the other, just know: this too is pregnancy magic.

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Stay sparkly, stay sassy, and if you're gonna rage-clean, at least do it in stretchy pants that hug your butt like it owes them money. — xo, Emamaco