I think that I can actually park in here now. Still not perfect, but you would not believe how much got thrown away. I know, Mom. You cannot bear to even think of it but it is done now. (I come from a long line of pack rats.)

BEFORE:

AFTER:

I went like 48 hours without my Zoloft and was seriously considering selling my dogs and everything in my house to the first stupid person that would bite. On top of that, I have some sort of allergy/cold thing and I am miserable. My head is all kinds of messed up. Why do I do these things to myself?

Wanna know how you spend the last few weeks of your pregnancy? Tying up loose ends. Talking to millions of people on the phone about lots of dumb stuff. Take the hospital, for instance. I have been telling them since September that they could not just tell me a month before my delivery date that I would owe money. Well, I got a letter yesterday that they want $1200 before I deliver in four weeks. Sure, I’ll write you a check. Do you want that in real money? Assholes. So, now I’ve been on the phone trying to get one of them to actually call me back. I do not want to go into labor and have to argue with anyone at the hospital about money while I’m in pain. I’m not the most diplomatic person to begin with. I’m also trying to make appointments for my haircut, petsitters, carpet cleaning, blah blah blah.

So, I’m still here and no baby yet. I will keep you all posted.