So being newly – and might I add surprisingly – pregnant has left me absolutely wiped out.
We just found out about 2 weeks ago, and I’ve been really struggling to adjust to the news. It’s not that it’s bad news, it just literally shocked me so I’ve had a mix of blissful excitement with twangs of anxiety and panic.
You see, I will be turning 40 in December. That’s really no big deal – in fact, I’m looking forward to reaching my 40th birthday and see it as a major, Happy, milestone of my life.
But being 40 and being pregnant, well, the medical community describes it as:
“Advanced Maternal Age”
(Did you just hear all my joints creak?) Now, they labeled me with this term when I was pregnant with Georgie, but I didn’t think anything of it. I was only 37. But 40 + pregnant has really bowled me over.
And I’ve not been sleeping well. For a solid week – one or both of the girls would climb into bed with us and I’d be awake for hours.
Finally – thankfully – I had a solid night’s rest last night, and after a conversation with a not-much-older, but somewhat wiser friend who knows what I’m going through – well, I feel MUCH refreshed!
No big bursts of energy – and I am taking naps when the girls do so I can keep up – but I am discovering a new and improved “critical” eye when it comes to my home.
And we’re gonna be pitching a bunch of “stuff” this week. There are 3 categories I’ll be culling from our home:
1. Broken. If it’s broken or really not usable – it’s going in the trash. I pitch things as I find them, but I don’t always find them and now I’m on a mission to find and get rid of whatever is broken or not working – and it’s outta here.
2. Unused. If it hasn’t been touched in a year, unless it is an heirloom or treasure – it’s outta here. It started with my husband’s collection of T-shirts – which HE decided to let go of after I asked him to take a look at them. Very happy about that. I’ve got other clothes, too, and Good Will is going to get a few bags of donated, wearable clothes this week.
3. Unwanted. Oh, the toys. The toys that are always on the floor but never played with cuz the girls are rolling around in the toy buckets. The dress up clothes and princess shoes and baby dolls stay. Practically everything else is going away. Some in the trash – some to Good Will.
A baby definitely changes everything – and we are whittling down our incessant collections of “whatever” it is that we all seem to love to keep. =) We will have more breathing room – more room to stretch out – more room to see what we really have and can be grateful for our blessings.
I’m over the shock of the pregnancy – and I’m looking forward to my birthday again – and trying to think of ways to celebrate it BIG this year. As BIG as this tired mama can manage anyway…
So that’s how I’m making my home sing today…