Among all the side effects that pregnant women can endure, nesting is definitely not the worst. In fact, it's kind of great if you really think about it. I mean, extra energy and motivation to clean? I will take that over constant nausea any day. I waited (impatiently) during the first part of pregnancy for my nesting instinct to kick in, but once it in, it did not disappoint. I was on fire; a ridiculous cleaning machine that waddled through even the most unnecessary chores. Thankfully, my partner is a grown-ass man who supported his pregnant partner through nesting, and did not roll his eyes when I insisted that the basement stairs be vacuumed right now, immediately.
At least, he did not roll his eyes in front of me, and that's really all the matters, right? Not that he didn't also benefit from dust-free basement steps, but I wouldn't have blamed him if he'd been like, "Who are you, and what did you do to my wife?" Prior to my nesting phase, cleaning parts of the house over and over again until I was satisfied wasn't necessarily, um, the name of my game. To someone who can't get pregnant, and therefore can't experience what it's like to feel a sudden urge to reorganize all your clothes or move furniture around your living room, my behavior probably seemed odd, at best.
But my grown-ass partner stayed quiet,and reaped the benefits of the cleaning spree, so really everyone wins and the world is awesome. Speaking of awesome, I have a few other suggestions for how a man can help his partner nest: