After the craziest wedding week, it was now time to move house . . . . no rest for the wicked, they say.
I knew moving house was not going to be easy pregnant, but man did I have no idea how truly tiring it would be. Up and down those stairs a million times in a day, my poor fat little legs felt like spaghetti by the end of it.
Honestly ladies, if you can AVOID moving whilst pregnant, by all means avoid it. The mental side of things was fine, keeping the stress levels down was easy (especially considering I don’t have the token know-it-all boyfriend trying to run the show), but the most annoying and frustrating element is not being able to carry or move anything – I felt absolutely useless.
Couldn’t move furniture, couldn’t lift boxes, couldn’t even pick things up off the floor, haha.
I’m sure it will take me the next week to gradually unpack and sort everything
The up-side . . . my nesting vibes are finally getting the workout they have been begging for for the past few months
LET THE NESTING BEGIN 🙂