Briefly

First -
Moving is pretty terrible. But, we're almost out of one house and between the boxes, you can see the outlines to a nice home shaping up. Of course, we don't have internet yet, and just two days in our stovetop is broken and the dishwasher isn't working, but, hey, we're here. Both girls like this house, but at bedtime, Joy wants to go home. Me too honey, me too.
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It's hard to have anyone else pack your stuff. It makes unpacking harder. It's more emotionally difficult to have family help you pack. Which is why I ended up in the closet crying twice this weekend. I appreciate the help tremendously. And still, I needed a cry. (control freak? or just hormonal? probably both)
My husband is amazing. He worked all weekend long getting things moved, and took yesterday off to start to get things settled here. And even in stressful situations, we work well together. This is good. Of course, I prefer to talk and play or just sit reading next to each other, but it's good to feel the closeness that can come from struggles.
More closet space doesn't always feel like more. Nothing fits like it used to.
Oh, and moving day, my mom said, hey, I think you've dropped. Um. Hmmm.

Which leads me to our current place in this pregnancy. If we were settled feeling, I think this baby would be here. We're both ready. And the contractions are getting stronger. I think my feeble mind (oh, please let me get settled a little more) won't hold him or her in much longer. (speaking of which, it's hard to move when pregnant, harder to move house.)

So. I'll be back when I can, hopefully with baby in arms, fewer boxes, internet, and a fully functional kitchen. Or maybe just one of those...

In the mean time, I feel terribly out of touch, but life is chaotic and full and I hope you are all well.