Am I Nesting???

Okay, I thought this was something pregnant people do when they're about due. This is what I did all weekend. I put final coat on spare bedroom Friday. Saturday I pulled the carpet and pad, and about a million staples. I wired my lights up in bathroom (I didn't even get electricuted). I put all switch plates and outlet plates back on. Cleaned out two closets. Then I put the dresser together from Ikea. It was in a million pieces, but I did it all in about two hours. Mike nailed the back on in the morning because that made me nervous. Sunday I went to church, cut Beth's, Samantha's, and a little tiny trim on Mackenzie just cuz she jumped up in the chair like a big girl. (watch, her hair will grow fast now). Then I went to Walmart, bought grocery's, bins' so I could organize bathroom, and tried to buy everything for our trip to meet our daughter Avea. Came home hilighted, cut Diana's hair, Calvin's and Laurens. Then I started working on organizing bathroom. Monday got up about 8:30 started in, and finished organizing bathroom, did six loads of laundry, hung it out on line and had it all in folded and put away by 1:00. Started working on Avea's room closet, my closet, my dresser, and a bin of clothes. Gave away five garbage bags of clothes to a church. In the mean time I helped Mike install the new fan light in the bathroom, then went to Lowes to get the linoleum. Whooooooh That's all I did.

So do you call that nesting? Does my body know that she's coming home soon? Or am I just going CRAZY?? (it's probably the later one)