Not sure if this is what is commonly referred to as "nesting" or if I just feel the need to make some room for the new baby who is about to take up residence in our home, but I'm on a cleaning mission. Not just cleaning though, I'm literally getting rid of, I'd say 25% of my wardrobe. You know how they say that if you haven't worn it in a year, it's good to go? Well, unfortunately that rule doesn't necessarily apply to me since I've been either pregnant or post-partum for the last two years. So, I'm just getting rid of "stuff."
It started in my closet. Just looking at those 15 or so pairs of jeans just hanging there made me gag. I knew I had to tackle them first since it would be my most difficult task. Who wants to get rid of jeans? Jeans are among our most carefully chosen possessions, and here I was, just tossing them out like yesterday's news. But sadly, they are yesterday's news. I figured if I just couldn't foresee pulling those babies over my hips in the next few months, they were garbage. So, I'm left with just a few pairs, chosen sensibly and left to hang for now. When I have lost enough of this baby weight to feel confident asking a salesperson "does my ass look fat?" and know she's not lying when she says "no", then I'll shop for new ones. Till then, it's stretch pants all the way!
It went on to sweaters, t-shirts, pants and so on. As I saw my closet growing leaner (and cleaner), the job became easier. I feel lighter than before and we're 50% closer to being ready for this baby to come. But only 50% because my dear husband has an affinity for old "stuff" (aka crap) and doesn't part as easily with his belongings. This morning I was told that he would under no circumstances do away with his sweatshirt "collection" (I kid you not) and it would always have a home with him. You may be wondering why I don't just toss it. Well, I'm pretty certain that such pro-action would result in the big "D" or at least a session in couples therapy. I'm open to any and all suggestions as to how to handle this... Honey, if you're reading this, know that I'm desperate...
Apart from the cleaning, cleaning out and putting together of the nursery, we are anxiously awaiting any indication of labor. At this point (38 weeks), I think we're ready to welcome our newest addition. Not so sure his big sister feels the same way though...