Six boxes are unpacked and the place looks a little more livable, but my back is absolutely killing me. Eight months pregnant and sitting, bending, lifting, reaching, and all the other motions that come with unpacking do not go together very well. I have never, ever needed Motrin and a glass (or bottle) of wine more.
We moved when I was 7 months pregnant and the non-essential things pretty much stayed in boxes until my son was about 8 months old. ;) I just unpacked them one by one as time allowed. Hope you get some rest and pain relief soon!
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We moved when I was 7 months pregnant and the non-essential things pretty much stayed in boxes until my son was about 8 months old. ;) I just unpacked them one by one as time allowed. Hope you get some rest and pain relief soon!
ReplyDeleteI spent most of the last month of my pregnancy just dying for beer and sushi (OK, maybe more than the last month). I feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteOh honey. A small glass of wine and a backrub. The boxes will get unpacked eventually. Hang in there!
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