We are moving. All is chaos. I must pack, but I am more-easily-exhausted-than-usual on account of being 19 weeks pregnant. It's amazing how much energy it takes to metabolize for two/ be woken up twice a night to go pee/ feel faintly nauseous all the time.* An unspecified number of people are showing up Sunday to move stuff (do I take the offer from the friend's husband with a three-week-old? I feel like he gets a pass even though he offered twice, but on the other hand, I can't lift heavy things because I can't hold them in to my body because there's a tiny baby in the way and therefore I'm not strong enough) and... well... I hope it all gets there. I still haven't made childcare arrangements for Tatoe and I start work in three weeks. BUT! It must all happen, so it will.
* This is a VAST improvement over really, really nauseous all the time, but still, not so great.