Simplicity

I can't believe I am going to be a mother. I mean, obviously my body has decided otherwise. Perhaps the giveaway now is my protruding belly. Yesterday I reached 16 weeks. This upcoming Friday we hope to identify the " sex" of said protrusion.

We have done nothing with the junk room that is to be the nursery. Of course at this point I feel I should rent a dumpster, nail all things I deem important to my household down, and turn our dwelling on it's ear, allowing all the "crap" to fall into the waiting dumpster.

I know this is not a great theory, but there is simply too much stuff to got through!!! Stuff we haven't laid eyes on in over 6 years. Clothes that haven't been worn since G-D was a boy...!

I'm just frustrated and am praying for simplicity. Perhaps I will come home and find that the junk fairies have visited and taken all the things I don't need, or even really want, away from my home.

I fear that I will have a child that sleeps in the drawer of our bedroom furniture. I mean it...nothing has been done! The drawer may be a good possibility at this point!

Perhaps I will go lie down and read...all this thinking about working on the house has me exhausted and stressed to the max...lol!