Send some motivation my way, please.

Well it's almost official.  Barring no major changes at my office, I will be a stay-at-home mom starting on October 5th.  My company is being awesome and encouraging about me trying to find a new job within the company.  But being completely honest, by the time October rolls around, I'll be 6 months pregnant and the holidays will be just around the corner.  Does anyone want to hire someone who is 6 months pregnant and will be out for at least 3 months right after the holidays are over?  And even better question, do I want to start a job at 6 months pregnant right before the holidays and then feel rushed to take the minimum amount of maternity leave?  But I'm being open minded.  If the right opportunity with my current company came up, I would take it.  (I'm just skeptical about that happening . . . )

Anyway, that changes my "getting ready for baby" timeline significantly.  Because it means that if we leave my son in school for the whole month of October (which we are considering doing), that I could have 3 glorious and wonderful weeks to myself to get some things done around the house that are just going to be impossible to do when I have an almost 3 year old under foot constantly.  My plan to clean out the guest room by the end of 2nd trimester and fix the nursery in the 3rd trimester was assuming that we'd mostly be working on nursery stuff in the evenings and on weekends . . . BUT if I have 3 wonderful weeks to myself in October, I need to accelerate that plan significantly.  

So why, OH WHY, can't I find the motivation to take some of my free time and get my butt into that guest room and start cleaning it out?  I found out about my job on Friday and you know what I did this weekend other than get a haircut?  I sat around and did nothing.  I didn't even walk into the guest room once.  Nor do I want to.  I walk past it . . . see the 2 large dressers full of clothes that need to be re-homed.  Not to mention the closet that is busting with clothes, shoes, and bags.  I just don't want to deal with any of it.  I want to close my eyes one night and wake up in the morning to a room that's been purged for me.  It's so overwhelming that I don't even want to start.  So I don't.  I keep making excuses about having plenty of time.  I DO, in fact, have plenty of time.  But it would be so much smarter to work now and rest later.

Why is the motivation for this task so elusive?  Just writing about it makes me need a nap.