Five things that suck about moving into a new house when you’re pregnant

Posted on December 13, 2011 by heatherlauraclarke

You have an insatiable desire to clean, organize, decorate and nest BUT lack the energy in which to do it all yourself …
… and the ability to lift and move heavy stuff
… and the abilty to paint because of fumes and crap
… and the rational ability to STOP when you are tired because IT MUST BE DONE OMG
Your husband* gets super-annoyed at your sobbing about the MESS everywhere, how much longer do we have to live in this CHAOS of UNHUNG PICTURES and UNPAINTED walls and UNORGANIZED bookcases THE HORROR!

*But really … it’s serious to us
(Please please PLEASE set up the bookcases before my head explodes)

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)