The move is over although we are not yet fully unpacked (something to do, perhaps, with the 250 boxes many of them filled with books, dvds, records and cds as well as the massive amount of clothing we've managed to amass). Our kitchen is midway through its total renovation and we should be able to eat at home by the end of the week, while the closet is finally being customized with all its Container Store racks.
It's been pretty difficult living out of boxes the last few weeks. For one, I couldn't find most of the clothes I can fit into and had a bit of a meltdown on Thursday when I thought the bag containing them had gone missing. A bit more searching and digging recovered said bag, which I'd already unpacked, and I now think the clothes are in a plastic hamper, beneath too many boxes for me to lift safely on my own.
The fit is an issue because I've put on 14 lbs, which is good for someone who is nearly 9 months pregnant, but as I have a 42 inch plus waistline, I am living in my one pair of maternity jeans, the three pairs of leggings, big sweaters and a jersey dress that still fits. It's not exactly an enticing wardrobe and I really do have to find something better to teach in. The kitchen poses its own problems as I've been diagnosed with gestational diabetes, so I'm living the most limited diet of salads, carrots, hummus, Greek yogurt, and take out grilled chicken and egg and cheese sandwiches (minus the bread). Even with a kitchen, my diet was limited by the need to restrict carbs. But it is all worthwhile.
Now that the end is in sight, I'm looking forward to dressing my body again, but for the moment, I'm only looking at sale clothing, things that don't need expensive dry cleaning and things that will make me feel good amidst sleep deprivation and the inevitable steep learning curve that lies ahead.
Laurel & Hardy in "The Devil's Brother" (1933)
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