Well, here I am, 37 weeks pregnant, and it looks like we're going to try to pull off this move BEFORE our little bundle of joy drops in. So I'm very carefully packing what I can on my own, and I'm hoping and praying for our friends will be able to pitch in.
I'm still really frustrated that we're having to do this. There are worse things in life, I know, and I'm thankful to not be going through them. I'm just sad about leaving our house which I've worked so hard to decorate. And our little girl won't get to enjoy the nursery I carefully planned for her. While I know this move will be good in the long run in lots of ways, it's still hard to deal with the emotions it stirs in me, especially now that I'm a great hormonal whale. :)