So, we house hunt. (Anything to lighten this horrible crushing feeling of cluttered house and garage!!!) We look and find and put money down and anticipate and then we just come home to this tiny cluttered house--back out of buying a house and pat ourselves on the back for not making the "terrible" decision we could have just made. I'm relieved of my burden.
Then I wake up the next day and it's back. There's no lurking...no teasing pressure...it just comes back full on! (deep slow breath in through the nose, exhale through the mouth) And it doesn't leave. Ikea is my Advil of choice. Although it is temporary...keeping a list of items to organize my dwelling keeps the edge off...but I don't know how much longer I can take this!
Maybe on March 28th (that's the scheduled day with the Doctor) after baby ______ (Graham--but don't let Joe know I'm calling him that) comes out and my hormones plummet to their lowest levels...I will be cured. Because I'm sure going to still be here in this same place when that happens. We're such wimps!
Thank goodness for my 25$ craigslist ghetto swing set....or we'd all be going crazy...
