No. Not an ounce of desire yet looking at that tiny, terrifying thing.
Jo is my age.
"So you're nesting."
My mother had children young and told the three of us regularly, from before we were old enough to understand, that we were Not Allowed to marry or procreate before we were 30.
I turned 30 recently and about a week later, my mother told me I was over the hill. "There's a window of opportunity for falling in love and settling down, and frankly, darling, you've past it."
Well, over the hill or not, I seem to be displaying nesting instincts. I have an unprecedented desire to accrue savings. Having lived happily for years in a shared house with three friends, something told me it was no longer right, and I had to go and... make a nest. My small inner voice didn't quite use those words, but that was basically it.
The problem is, there is nowhere I want to nest. No existing types of nest I want to copy. The way I want to nest doesn't exist yet.
So, awkward bugger that I am, it looks like I have to create it.