I am sitting here typing although I should be doing 800 other things. With the summer mostly gone, and my belly ever expanding, I have started to truly panic about my inability to get ready for this baby. I have gone through the boys' old clothes and put them into piles, but I have nowhere for the piles to go. Until we finish this downstairs room, we cannot move our bedroom and set up the nursery. (Our House Blog)
To make things worse, I can't do this kind of stuff myself. Right now, I want to start hauling things up the stairs and moving furniture in the boys' room. Why? Because I feel the intense need to nest. I just want to get to the stuff that I can do... like wash the blankets and sheets and clothes and put them into their proper places.
I know darn well that I am getting annoying... but I cannot help it! It seems like an impossible feat for us to clean out that room, finish the sheetrock, put down the flooring, finish the flooring, trim the windows and doorways, paint, and whatever other things are bound to pop up along the way. It just doesn't seem possible to get this done given Jeff's 60 hour a week work schedule and our dwindling number of weekends. Sure, we could move furniture and rearrange our house after the baby comes... as much fun as that sounds. I am going to be a baby about it, but I want to do it soon, not fumble around setting things up when I'm sleep deprived and have a crying/sleeping baby. I'm sure I'm hormonal... and uncomfortable... and cranky... but I just can't help it. I want a space for my new baby!
So, I will go upstairs and clean my room or put away laundry, or do something else that falls short of the organization that I really want to do. Or, I'll go wake up my napping husband...
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