Seven weeks today.
And let me tell you something...
Moving when you are pregnant is NOT FUN.
I dunno, I always hear about people moving when they are pregnant, or you see some movie or show where some lady with a bump is moving into a new house, or painting, or building baby furniture and you think, Awwwww, she's nesting.
That's a load of bullshit.
I'm exhausted. I'm already tired when I don't do anything. And I can't have serious amounts of caffeine either. So this entire exercise seems like torture, and to be honest, I don't even care if anything gets clean. I just want me, in my bed, sleeping, and to wake up and have everything moved for me. Because I'm so tired, I'm having trouble concentrating, so I can't organize everything the way I would like. The house is in chaos.
The only thing I have to look forward to is at least I'll be able to sleep in a little tomorrow since the movers won't be here until the afternoon. Hopefully everything goes smoothly and I don't have to go crazy on anyone, because let whatever god they pray to help those movers if they screw anything up. I almost killed my birds earlier this week for chirping too loud. Husband had to hold me back. I have no pity or mercy for anyone right now. No patience. Do it right, or feel my wrath, the end.
When InXS wrote the song, "The Devil Inside", they were talking about a pregnant woman. Oh yeah.
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