Being married has caused me to go insane a little bit in this area :) When we first moved into our house (3 years ago Nov!), I would over kill with the cleaning and picking up. It was just the two of us and I would spend hours and hours cleaning on Sat or before anyone was coming over. Not a bad thing, really! But I have had to loosen up a little and let our house look like people live there. I have also had to learn how to nicely ask Jason to not use the kitchen table as the dumping grounds for anything in his hands (to his credit, it is very close to the garage door and just so convenient to put anything and everything. Guess we need to move the table farther away from the door :)
Now I am 32 weeks pregnant and the need to clean and put away is stronger than every before. We are 8ish weeks away from our precious baby girl making her debut in our lives and I just want our house in order for her. Not that she'll notice, but I will. If momma is relaxed, baby will be relaxed.. right? To an extent?
We are now in the last week of our house project. It's been about a month long process, which isn't that long in reality but a bit longer than I expected. How is it coming? Well... Jason and I slept in our living room last night. Our dressers are also crammed into the living room while our hanging clothes are in the family room along with our bed (we are sleeping on the guest bed). Our upstairs is completely empty, and it's amazing to see how much stuff one owns when it's all on the same level of your house. It's driving me a bit insane, it'll have to be this way till our new carpet comes on Friday. Then we can start putting order back into our lives.
Here are a few pics of the insanity:
However, our new washer/dryer is in place and works great, all the walls are painted, and our master bedroom actually feels like a master bedroom with all the new space we now have.
I am so thankful for Jason and his hard work in this project. He was so faithful to set money aside so that we could afford to do this project and has been diligent to get all the work done that he needs to do himself by working every night after a long day at work and working every weekend on the house. He will be just as thrilled to have this project done as me! He knows how hard this process has been on me and apologizes for the mess and the stress every time he sees me.
So this week we will dream of how wonderful our new master bedroom will be, how wonderful it will be for me to not have to go up and down two flights of stairs (multiple times) to do laundry, and being able to put our house back to being our home as we camp out in the living room. Hopefully we don't get too used to a tv in our "bedroom" during this week :)
On a completely different note, I have decided that being 32 weeks pregnant and sitting in a cube that is in a corner by the wall entitles me to one thing in particular. Comfort. Yes, I wear jeans a few more times a week now. I have even stooped so low as to wear slippers to work. Yes... I did say slippers. They have a rubber bottom and with longer pants I thought I could get away with it since someone has to be lost to find my cube and see me. So bring on the swollen ankles/feet. I have 45 days (counting weekends) until my maternity leave starts, how many of those days will find me in slippers?
(PS getting my feet up on the desk for this picture was a bigger feat than I realized. Please appreciate this picture :)