Nesting amongst the cardboard boxes

On Monday, the big moving van arrived, opened its cavernous maw and regurgitated about a gazillion boxes into the new house.

While I'm happy that all of our "stuff" has now arrived, this has had the effect of sending me into hyperdrive nesting mode.  I can't stand disorder and chaos at the best of times but now? Now I am in an absolute frenzy to be unpacked and settled. I know, logically, it does not all have to be done before the baby comes, particuarly as there is nothing which is even that important in these containers. But I cannot seem to override the deep primal urge welling up in me to get a move on.

Unfortunately, E. who still has to go to a stressful job all day, is slightly less enthusiastic than the idea of coming home in the evening to hoick huge boxes and furniture around. So consequently we haven't quite fully decanted  ourselves from the rented flat, and so have yet to even spend the night here. I've been promised we'll be in properly by the weekend, but as the days drag on, I am becoming incredibly grumpy and indeed, somewhat shrill. I spend the day happily pottering around unpacking things and arranging as best I can, but then I have to lock up my lovely new house and go back to an increasingly stark rental. 

To make matters even more frustrating, I have finally tipped over from happy glowing pregnant woman with cute round bump to....hippo girl.  I am suddenly HUGE- and with the advent of relatively warm weather, puffy.  My ankles are beginning to swell and there is a nagging ache in my right hip. So I have no choice but to slow right down, hobbled as I am.

Oh, and speaking of hippopotami, I found the bathroom scales in one of the boxes and couldn't resist checking my weight.  Oh my gooooood. Remember the old "no fat on you" comment from one of my trips to the ultrasound clinic?  Yeah. Well. Not so much anymore. I have put on about 40lbs, most of which I believe to be chocolate brioche.   

However, on the bright side, as of today, we have a phone.  Let there be cavorting with joy.  Cavort, ye.  Turns out the mythical ducting wasn't needed after all (quelle surprise) and it was simply a matter of turning it on at the exchange.  AS I SUGGESTED TO THEM A MONTH AGO.  Oh well. Now I just have to get the internet provider to get their thumb out of their ass and give us broadband. We are getting there- just slowly, slowly, slowly.

Comments

[Jenn (dish)]

Glad that you finally have a proper nest in which to, well, nest. And a phone. Good, gawd, I think I would die if I were disconnected for that long.

So, does this mean that you have flooring and paint and all that, too? I know that you had picked them all, but I thought that perhaps all of your area contractors (phone or otherwise) might have their heads up their butts.

[caro]

I am right there with you: waddling, nesting, up 40 pounds. I've been reading your blog for ages (3 years or so, anyway) and didn't connect until just now that we are quite close together in pregnancy progress. Hope you get to move in soon!

[Jill]

I simply must insist on a picture of the bump.

[Lut C.]

It must be stressful to be moving with full-blown nesting fever!

Congratulations on the arrival of your phone connection. Will you throw a party now?

[Not on Fire]

I am so glad to hear that things are going so well.