We are slowly, slowly making room - physically - for this baby. Decorating is not my strong suit. I so need to be wealthy enough to pay someone to come decorate my house for me, because seriously: I have no talent in decor. I can't see it, envision it. I long for painted walls but can't figure out what I want, ever. I can only go into other people's houses and like them and wonder how houses come together.
My design asthetic is stacked up books. And Legos. And family photos.
So, I've been clearing out the third bedroom with the energy of a sloth. Beaux helps me, obviously, in talking me through what has to be done (because otherwise, I just want to run away) and hauling things up to the attic and bringing down boxes of baby clothes. So much STUFF had gotten stuck in this to-be nursery, and it's just that - STUFF. I have bagged up yarn to give away, recycled magazines from high school. Now I've moved enough stuff out that I have to make room in other rooms, too. Which means our bedroom has to be dealt with - my art table that is covered in STUFF will come down, we'll move the bed over and rehouse a bookcase that I need in our room, badly. Today, I cleared out a snarl of wrapping paper. I tossed shoes. I know there are old college notebooks that I need to say goodbye to, my dresser full of faded pajamas that needs to be pared down. I am ready to purge my closet drastically and start rebuilding it with something besides Old Navy and Target items. Even though it's so very hard to let go of items that I've kept for so long, I also reach the point where I wish I could toss everything and start fresh.
Luckily, I have time to do this, during the week when the house is quiet. So, that's my big project on the horizon: some good old-fashioned nesting. Letting go of old stuff to make room for someone tiny, wrinkled, and new.