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August 3, 2011

And the Verdict Is . . .

When I first learned we’d have to move, I started to wonder whether it would be easier to move while eight months pregnant or with a ten-month-old child.  We’ve now done both, and the verdict is . . .

It is easier to move with a ten-month-old child, more specifically, a ten-month-old child who cannot yet walk on his own (but can crawl around, gnaw on boxes, and try his darndest to climb floor lamps).

My reasons are as follows:

  1. This is fairly obvious, but once the child is born, other people can hold him.  That means the mom can hold other stuff.  Perhaps too much of a given to be stated explicitly, but there you go.
  2. When caring for a ten-month-old child (and not simultaneously pregnant), one can lift boxes of all shapes and sizes without being reprimanded by one’s family.  Also, the phrase “caring for a ten-month-old child” is secret mommy code for “look how toned my arms are,” which is doubly helpful when one plans to put one’s entire life into and out of boxes in the span of about two weeks.
  3. For me, being pregnant meant being sleepy. Caring for Jacob makes me tired, too, but now I’m very focused on what I can do during his naps that would be dangerous for him to be around otherwise, plus there’s too much to clean up at the end of the day for me to go to bed when I should.  This sounds like a bad thing, but really it’s added a couple of hours of work time to my week!
  4. Piggy-backing off #3, nursing said ten-month-old child means that at regular intervals, one must stop everything, sit down, and snuggle for a couple of minutes.  It’s a good idea to sing some hymns, talk to God, and give one’s eyes permission to shut during this time.
  5. When I was pregnant, I was still working in an office full time.  Now I am at home all day.  Because I am surrounded by this giant project and not just thinking about it from midtown while trying to do something else, the process is moving much more quickly this time around.
  6. Finally, because I’ve had almost a year with Jacob (can you believe it?!), I have a pretty good idea of what my lifestyle for at least the next year or two will look like.  Last year, before I’d ever really spent any time with a newborn baby, never mind my own baby, I had no idea what daily life would look like, and thus, what my home should look like.  Now I know it’s full of giggles, hugs, dancing, and reaching for anything in the bottom three feet of our home.  Can you say “shelving”?

Photos are coming soon, really.  It’s not quite box city here anymore; now it’s more like box rural countryside, where cardboard is spread out, but still all over the place.

Wow, weird metaphor.

Anyway, settling in is going very well—and very quickly!  Thanks again, reader friends, for your thoughts and prayers for a smooth transition.  Thus far, that’s exactly what we’ve had.

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