The moving men got there around 9:00 and I left mid move to take the cats to the vet and to my father-in-law's house. My father has graciously offered to pay to fly our two cats out to Washington. This was such a load off of my back. I was so worried about having to drive two cats and a dog across the country. On my way to the vet I got a text from my amazing sister-in-law that she had just passed me and I looked upset and if I needed anything to let her know.
By the time I made it back from my father-in-law's house the movers were gone...and so was Jonny (he went to visit a friend before we left). So I texted Megan (sister-in-law) and she came over to help me clean (at which time I cried because I was so grateful...are we getting the emotional wreck picture yet?).
Later in the evening my empty house was full of Jonny's family which was nice but then everyone left at the same time and that was the end of my emotional roller coaster...I just lost it. I was crying uncontrollably and Jonny was just hugging me (I'm sure thinking..."Oh God I hope this ends soon"). Then I lost my dinner...which is actually the first time I've thrown up since I've been prego.
Needless to say it was a long day. We slept at our neighbor's house, and when I woke up although I was still exhausted it was a new day and the start of our big adventure. :o)
Here's a pic of the moving truck:
Catching up on your blog...from someone who moved Oregon just two years ago, I feel your pain. It sucks but will get better, emotional roller coasters are just one of the joys of pregnancy...and moving. I love the pics you are posting and getting to read of your adventures. I love and miss your face!
ReplyDeleteTurns out that I did not in fact "move Oregon".
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