Nesting...what am I, a bird?

For the women out there who have given birth to a child, you will understand what I'm experiencing.  Most women get a surge of energy right before delivery.  About a week before I gave birth to Brendyn I wanted to vigorously clean the house.  I cleaned spaces no one ever thinks about cleaning, scrubbed the floor as if it needed to be sterilized, moved furniture, painted the room and organized everything perfectly.

Apparently the nesting instinct is common among most animals, where they feel an instinct to prepare the "nest" before birth of their young.  Now that Brendyn is eight years old and I no longer have time to scrub the unseen places I can understand the nesting instinct.  What I don't understand is why I feel this way now...

As my anticipation grows, thoughts about surgery have become more persistent.  How much will it hurt?  How long will surgery last?  How will I cope?  How will I look?  How will I feel?  How will Darin and the boys handle everything?  Do I have a will?  What do I need to take to the hospital?  Will it hurt walking up the stairs?   

I have this problem after every semester, I try to enjoy the break but I get scared that I don't have any work...so I turn my hobbies into a job.  I think this surgery has become my summer job.  Perhaps that is why I'm not as scared, because I'm so focused on doing it right.  I've researched, read journals, asked questions and googled...this behavior probably isn't very healthy...a psychologist would have a field day. 

I started making a list of everything I wanted to get done in the next nine days.  Clean the house vigorously, get school supplies for boys, buy my textbooks for fall semester, start reading the textbooks so I won't get behind while I'm all drugged up on pain pills, show the boys how to water the yard, kill the weeds on the sidewalk, clean out the flowerbed, declutter room by room, clean out fridge/freezer, begin to stock freezer meals, get my teeth cleaned, take Brendyn to dentist, get a pedicure and haircut, lose those five or so extra pounds, start exercising...as I sit here looking at my list I realize Darin can't see this, he will think I've gone insane.  On the flip side this could be an Olympic sport. I know I’d be up against some OCD pregnant woman, but I think I could bring home the gold.