Space

We have a small house. And by small, I mean teeny-tiny. When Denny and I bought if 5 years ago, we bought it for the two of us. Not even once thinking about the future and what the coming days might hold for us. No realizing that there might some day be more than just the two of us sharing that space. But the years have gone by faster than we ever could have imagined and two has turned into three, and come May, three will become four.

The only problem is, we don't have enough space in our house for all of our things and another person. And all of his things. The room that will eventually become the baby's nursery is now an office. And a storage room. And the closet holds all of my clothes because the master closet in only large enough to accommodate Denny's things. There is just so much stuff that we can't bear to part with, yet we have no where to put it.

Like my wedding dress. And the red dress and shoes that I wore to our wedding rehearsal. Things that I will never again wear, but that I must always keep. A sewing machine. A gun cabinet/safe which houses all of our important documents. A freezer. Yes, we have a freezer in a bedroom. Remember? There is no where else to put it.

And now all of this has got me freaking out. I am in Super Nesting Mode today and I just want to get rid of so. many. things. My husband, on the other hand, wants to get rid of nothing. For example, I would be perfectly fine with selling the Wii Fit - the one that we've had for a year now and have used maybe 5 times. (You can't really play video games when you have an almost 2 year old underfoot. With a new baby on the way, I don't see how we will ever have the time again!) It's funny how pregnancy hormones make you think so irrationally, isn't it? There are 4 1/2 months to go before the baby is due, and even then, he will sleep in our room in a bassinet for the first few months. But my brain is telling me that I must make a nursery for him RIGHT NOW. I'd better go get started.