I think I have developed an ulcer… and I may have a heart attack later today.
Three weeks ago I was able to pack and pack and move things even though I probably “shouldn’t”. Two weeks ago I could pack and pack but no longer move things. Today I can toss light pillows into a box as long as it isn’t too far away.
My frustration grows with the expansion of my belly. I look around and find that there is still SO much more to do to get ready for our move, and yet, I am not capable of doing any of it. But I COULD if I wasn’t pregnant. That’s what is frustrating! Poor Matt has to do everything, and what he doesn’t have to do, the Elder’s and other volunteers have to do.
All I can hope to do is clean after they have emptied a room.
