Monday, October 1, 2007

Boxes boxes boxes

Justin and I spent most of the weekend packing. Well, Justin did a lot of packing. I did some, but I also did a lot of reading. Justin has been very courteous and respectful of my "condition" and won't let me do a lot of things. Bending at the waist is not very enjoyable at this point, so I did lots of dish wrapping and stuff. I usually hate packing kitchen stuff more than anything else, but since I can sit in a chair and wrap things, it works well.

My Step-dad, who is also known as Super Man, will be coming down to our apartment tonight to help us move the bed to the new place. That way we can start sleeping there! I'm sure it will be a long week, with lots and lots of trips back and forth, but it is easier than moving all in one day. It's very frustrating to not be able to help. When Justin and I moved into our current apartment, Justin came down from Charlotte in an Enterprise cargo van, and the two of us moved all that heavy furniture by ourselves. I can't believe it's been a year... lots of changes!

The strange thing about being pregnant is how much is anticipatory, and how much is trying to live in the moment. I know that I will miss a lot of things about being pregnant, especially having a little buddy around all the time kicking me and moving around. It's strange, but nice. So I'm trying to focus on enjoying this while it lasts, even the bad parts, like my swollen left foot and ankle, and all the other lovely symptoms that are starting along with the third trimester. At the same time, I'm really getting ready for the baby to come. It's a strange place to be in. It's sort of like being engaged, when I had 6 months to plan a wedding and try to also enjoy being engaged. Everything changes once that big day comes, and it's easy to get caught up in looking to that big day and missing a little of what is happening in the right now. Three more months. In some ways, that seems like a very very long time. In reality, it's not. It's a blink. Less than a blink. maybe a half blink.

Anyways, I'm thinking that I could use a cup of coffee. Hosey seems to have the hiccups.

1 comment:

Jim said...

Believe it or not, events that feel stressful now (like moving) will, years from now, be good memories (strange how our minds work). I loathed moving each time we moved when we were younger, but now I actually think fondly of those experiences (beer, pizza and some good friends and lots of lifting and carrying and walking stairs).

I hope your move goes as smoothly as possible and that you really LOVE your new home. I can't wait to see it!