Yikes, just realized that when Little Number Two arrives on scene, I am going to lose one whole closet stuffed with sweatshirts and sweaters and currently all of my clothes that don't fit because of the aforementioned Little Number Two who is stuffed into my belly right now.
We have a good size house, we just don't have good storage space.
Let the nesting commence.
Salvation Army is going to be psyched. I already cleaned out some drawers but need to do more, more, more.
I like a clean, uncluttered look. My house, not so clean and uncluttered. Crap everywhere. Never again will I buy a house without an entryway. Never!!!!
At least it's not twins.
We'll get there. We'll get there.