Elizabeth Edwards10 said:If you need some solidarity, we got the keys to our place last August. We planned to move by late October or November. Last November, I told my husband, "Look, I'm pregnant. I won't be able to handle a move when I'm six months along; it's going to get too hard." He just laughed it off, saying, "Come on, we aren't moving that late. We'll be in the new place before Christmas!" Needless to say, he hadn't even started working on anything by mid-January (he actually built the kitchen himself with a friend). I imagined celebrating a birthday in our own home in April and growing a bunch of plants on the terrace. Instead, I ended up heading to the hospital. Luckily, I was only there for a week, mostly because he didn't lift a finger until after I gave birth. Then his logic was that once I delivered, he’d still have at least three days to finish everything. After the birth, he spent a month complaining about the move and doing a bit of cleaning (we ended up hiring a professional cleaner who scrubbed the whole place for five hours—bless her soul). So, I came home from the hospital to a new apartment, and the very first thing I did was try to put sheets on the bed and the crib, because everything was just sitting there in bags I had packed and labeled before leaving for the hospital. Of course, he had no idea what was in any of them. Two months later, a mountain of our stuff is still sitting at my sister's house. In the kitchen, the countertop isn't even secured to the wall yet, and the dishwasher is just sitting there unanchored, though it works. The living room cabinet doesn't even have doors, and we don't have the cash to fix it right now, but whatever—at least we moved in. Honestly, I don't stress over it, not even the lack of money. My hormones drive me in a completely different direction. Once you have the baby, none of this matters.
Well, props to 🙏 🙏 🙏 And obviously, not to him, but to you. 👍
I pretty much moved everything myself—I just handled the packing of clothes and dishes, and I felt so guilty that I couldn't help him more. 😢 I don't know why I'm being so sensitive and immobile, but I just can't... the day we moved in, all I managed to do was wipe down a few kitchen cabinets (not even all of them) and one bedroom closet so we could put the clothes away, and that was it.
Now I'm four days away from my due date. My midwife keeps telling me I look great, but I feel like a total wreck—just shuffling from the chair to the couch, then to the bathroom, and back again... and as much as I'm panicking that life will never be the same after a few days, I'm also dying to get back to some semblance of normalcy. This is exhausting.👎
