I’ll admit to having my moments in the past few weeks during which I have questioned the wisdom in removing everything from our kitchen but the kitchen sink. While pregnant. And working. At a new job. In the middle of the Adirondack winter. After having gone down to one car. To what I can tell you is my genuine surprise, I have survived, as has my marriage, though I will cop to more than one instance of complete breakdown and utter b*tchiness. Mmm-hmm, mama got pissed. The dust, the splinters and my complete inability to keep track of anything from the bananas (back closet) to the coffee filters (in with the lobster pot) really started to get under my skin. Luckily we became the…