33 weeks pregnant today.
I hurt. ALOT. This is gonna be whiny. But it's all I've got to talk about right now.
My hips hurt. I can't sit, walk, stand or really do much of anything without inordinate pain. I hate this part of pregnancy. Sleeping is still okay, as long as I've got a large pillow between my legs. Getting OUT of bed, another story. Especially because it happens several times a night. No, not to go to the bathroom, but rather to tend to children.
Some of us (not me) have got a really lame cold right now and Abbie is convinced some medicine will fix the fact that she's sounding like Margot Kidder. And she likes to freak out about it at 3am. Losing your voice must be a scary thing for a 6 year old.
Packing. Not going well. We have PLENTY of boxes. However, the cold I just referenced has Matt convinced he's got the plague. As of 4 o'clock today, he had packed 2 (TWO) boxes. Fortunately, he got up and packed a bunch of stuff.
Perhaps the only thing more gratifying than purging stuff that belonged to me, is watching Matt purge stuff that belonged to him. He's not nearly as merciless as I'd like (he's keeping tutorials that he printed off the internet that he hasn't looked at for YEARS!!!) but I'm working on him.
The major part of the move is on Saturday. We'd better get 95% of the stuff, because honestly, there's no hope for me helping after that. I'm spent.
Matt took Miles on a fun excursion on Friday.
Go leave him a comment.