Jenn and Kathy V's comments on my waterbed fiasco, got me thinking about "that room" in many of our homes.
When we first bought our house six years ago, we knew it would be at least a few years before we started trying for kids. We could barely afford to support ourselves and pay the mortgage, so adding a third human being to the mix did not seem like a good idea. Our house has three bedrooms as well as a bonus room. So when we first moved in we had our bedroom, my office, his office and a pool table room that you could refer to as "man land". A couple years ago, we sold the pool table to a friend (thereby dismantling "man land") and moved Jeramy's office into the bonus room so that we could free up one bedroom for that future baby. We figured the room could temporarily house the spare bed for the guests we rarely host along with a pile of junk. Temporarily. 2 years later (just 1 of those trying for kids) it is all still there.
To me, this room is just a sad reminder of what is not in it. In many ways it is just easier to close its door and try to forget its existence in my home. I wouldn't dare make it a true spare room. Doing that would signal that I'd given up hope, which is not the case. But I also don't dare start turning it into that future baby's room for fear of jinxing the whole thing. So the room continues to sit full of junk yet empty.