Gosh, Caleb and I gotta get this unit emptied and moved over to the house but...

1. We are exhausted

2.  He is working LONG hours

3. My back is stuffed!

4. The 2 guys that were going to help us move have cancelled

5. I have to work on Monday

I am a little nervous.  I had today off and went down to the shops to get some food stuff and packing supplies but could hardly wheel the trolley around with feeling it pull my back!  And so, all the packing I should be doing RIGHT NOW is being set aside 'cause I am scared I will end up in pain tonight, unable to help tomorrow, unable to clean the unit on SUN and unable to work on MON!

The pressure is on.

We are both pretty stressed and have been niggling at each other on and off.  Last night we had an argument about moving.  Poor Caleb, he is doing so well, what with all the extra pressure at work and then having to move all this stuff without an able wife.  It will just be SOOO good when we are all moved over and set up.  Gosh!  What a crazy time.  The next 72 hours are going to be CRAZY!!!!!!!!

All day long in the shop, surrounded by pregnant women, I hear  the sentence...

'you're tiny'

Gee whizz... does it ever end?  Nope.

I was chatting to one women at length, who was a couple of weeks ahead of me, she said the above line.  I replied with blah blah blah whatever... and then said 'I've put on 15 kilos'.  She said she had only put on 8 kilos, yet she looks bigger than me.  It's ALL relative, that's what I keep thinking and occasionally saying.

I don't know what to say when they say the above line.  Sorry?  I know?  I don't think so?  It feels like I am the skinny one in a group of girls trying on jeans and they all fit into size 12's and I into a size 6... I feel like I should say sorry.  It's weird.

The thing is:

I know baby is the perfect size for their age.  Every single maternity check, they have measured bang on... so if I am small... maybe I am just a smaller person!  I dunno.

Rant rant rant.

All I know is my jeans pre-pregnancy were a size 7 and now they are a size 12... that tells me things are-a-growing.  I will be VERY interested to see what size this baby comes out as.

Tomorrow I will 33 weeks. I can't believe it!  When people ask me in the shop how long I have to go or how many weeks I am I keep messing up the dates.  I guess this is due to my slightly spongey pregnancy brain, but I keep under calculating and then I think...

'WOAH!  Hang on!  I will be 33 weeks tomorrow.  The baby is due in 7 WEEKS!'

It doesn't really seem real!

Not long now, at all.

Ow, my aching bones.  And ligaments.

After 5 hours at work (most of that time spent on my feet though there was the occassional squat and kneel) I am aching.  At present I am sitting in my work clothes, too sore and tired to change them, with a HOT wheat pack pressed up against my sacrum.

'My sacrum', has become a bit of a catch phrase round here lately.  Caleb will even ask me after I omit a groan or whimper, 'your sacrum?'  Yep.. it aches.

I am actually quite surprised at how much my body plays up whilst pregnant.  Over the years it has done me well.  No broken bones, no stitches, lotsa stamina, energy and strength, very quick turn arounds with illnesses... but while pregnant, it aches and waddles, it does all the things the pregnancy books said it would.

Work was great.  Really easy.  I feel completely comfortable there.  I feel certain of what to do to help out, pass the time and be generally useful.  All my years of retail work as a student have come flooding back and so I don't feel like a self-concious new worker standing round like a clueless bookend, I feel quite confident and just get on with the day.

I am also slowly sharpening my mental list of What To Buy Baby the more time I spend walking round the shop and peering at all the products.

So tonight I need to recover.  I need to soak my old bones, lay low and order dinner.  I need to leave the dirty dishes and forget about moving anything over to the new place for now.  I need to just relax and recharge in order to make it through another 5 hour shift tomorrow.  Then I will be free for another week and will have finally made it to moving out day and from then on in... Caleb, Me and Baby Bean will be official residents of the BIG 'OLE WHITE HOUSE. 

YAY!  Nesting season is about to begin.

(new belly pic in album)

There is SOOOO much to do!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This moving while heavily pregnant is ridiculous!  It wasn't our choice, the circumstance was forced upon us and though it will be GREAT when we are all moved into our new home, with our new furniture and the lovely space, light and gardens, the moving sucks!

The last 4 or 5 weekends Caleb and I have been run off our feet with tasks to do from sunrise into sunset.  And today was a doozy.  I will spare you the details but when we got home this afternoon at 5:00pm we were both EXHAUSTED and both a little grumpy.

The next fortnight is going to be crazy!   We have got to empty the unit on SAT, clean it on SUN ready for the pest control on MON, carpet clean on TUE and key hand over on WED.  All the while getting everything over to the new place where we will be officially moved in on SAT and from then on sleeping there amongst the boxes.... sigh*

Don't get me wrong.. it is very exciting.  And is going to look and feel GREAT when it is all done.  But I am rather overwhelmed by the amount of work we have left to do.

We moved a whole ute load over yesterday and once it was all inside the new house, I slumped onto the floor, spent.  CRAZY TIMES!

Only 8 weeks to go!

I am feeling the weeks whizz by and am a little anxious that there seems so much to do before we are settled and ready for our little baby bean.  Oh well... all I can do is hold on for the ride.

Work, on the other hand, was fine.  Easy environment, friendly staff, no problems there.  As the new person, who knew little about the products on sale, I felt a little bit bored at the start of my shift, as I wasn't much help to anyone... but I am sure that will turn around a little bit more every time I am there as I slowly accumulate more knowledge.

Next week I am working WED and THU - 10:30am to 3:30pm.

It's so strange how life can turn from one season into another so suddenly.  Only a month or so ago the days were slow, sleepy and full of routine and now all of a sudden I am rushed off my feet, juggling a thousand things at once and watching the days fly by with such a speed I am a little shocked.

In other news... today we bought a caramel coloured leather lounge for the new house at 60% off the original price!  Woohoo!  Very exciting, very plush.  And Caleb and I both won double pass tickets to see a new film that is coming out.  Caleb asked me to try win him tickets, and so I did, as did he, and we both won!  Heha~!  So now, we will take my brother and sister in-law to go see the film... sometime.... when everything slows down and we have the chance to sit down in a cinema and RELAX~~~~  ahhhh.