Trying to resist my nesting instinct

We’ve had a few semi-quiet days; I’m supposed to have been taking it easy, resting, but I keep catching myself doing the craziest things: cleaning and sorting all our cabinets, drawers, cupboards and dressers, washing things that never really need washed (at least not by me), changing the sheets on all our beds, washing the kitchen and bathroom walls (that one was a lot of work with a big belly in the way), dealing with any possible loose ends, like making sure there’s enough milk and pasta to go around for a month, and well; despite my exhausted state, my high blood pressure, water retention and heavy self, my mind has made my body do things that shouldn’t even be possible at this stage of a pregnancy. The books tell me it’s my “nesting instinct,” but although familiar with it from earlier pregnancies, never have I suffered from it like this. When I sit down exhausted after a few hours of frenetic hysteria, I literally feel like I’ve come out of having been possessed. It’s scary!