Here is the crazy thing - We have a 3b,3b house in the suburbs with an attached garage, and what should be more than enough space to make room for baby.
Both my husband and I are a little packrat-ish, and hate to throw anything away. After 10 years of marriage and living in our house 8 years, we have managed to somehow "grow" an amazing, random assortment of clutter. To make matters worse, we both have had numerous older relative die (we only have one surviving parent and one grandparent between us) and have become saddled with "heirlooms" of old china, figurines, and odd stuff with sentimental value.
Here is the problem: We need room for the baby!!!! Seriously! Every available closet is packed full of stuff and every surface area in our house is completely covered with knick-knacks!

Here is the bigger problem: I have decided enough is enough, and I am starting to purge the house of things we don't use or don't need. DH is fighting me tooth and nail on this. Me taking two carloads of stuff to the donation bin today has been the grounds for huge quarrels. DH seriously picked through the boxes and made me justify why I needed to toss old glass vases, sea shells, dented luggage, and Barbies I had impulse-bought back in 1998 when I thought someday we would have a girl. (We are having a boy.)
I have more to do, as I need to clear out my office and will have to throw away old computer software and books, which means more quarrels in the future. Plus, I really need my husband to do his part and get rid of a LOT of his junk. (We have over 100 old magazines he "collects," old shirts which he hasn't worn since we moved, old books he hasn't touched since we moved, and an odd, random assortment of do-dads collected in the garage and den which do nothing but collect dust and take up space.) He is refusing to get rid of ANY of his things.

I don't understand it - the majority of this stuff I'm wanting to toss or donate are things we have replaced or upgraded or simply don't use at all. My husband acts like I'm going nuts and am going to financially ruin us by tossing out old VHS tapes of "Weekend at Bernie's!"

How can I get him to let go?!? I don't want to use the baby coming as the reason, as then the baby will become the "bad guy," forcing Daddy to give up his priceless boombox from 1989.
We don't argue over money. We don't fight over relatives. But so help me god, throw away a plastic mug and all hell breaks loose!