You know what pregnancy is good for? Forcing you to sit. Like, for extended periods of time. When you otherwise wouldn’t dream of doing so, you find yourself crashing on the couch, or crawling into bed at 8:15 (and not moving again until the next morning—multiple pee breaks not included).

My biological nesting urge from my third pregnancy, combined with the coming onset of the new season, has resulted in me lately being inspired to purge our household. The goal isn’t to pare down to bare minimum, but rather to eliminate some of the visual noise from our house as we welcome another human into our home, and to free up some much-needed mental space to raise said child.
