I never had the nesting instinct with Bailey and Cooper. I was perfectly content to be as lazy as possible for 39 weeks. I actually let so many things fall into demise that it was pretty shameful. This morning I have been cleaning (for three hours now) a room that hasn't been cleaned in 2.5 years or before I became pregnant with the twins. No, it isn't the bathroom, that's just gross. It's the office actually. Maybe I will actually get some work done in there now. I guess this is what they mean by nesting?