I pulled a mean trick on one of the movers. The guys were so nice and one stopped to chat with me and asked "When are you due"...I replied "Due for what?" and gave him a blank stare. His face dropped and I could tell he wanted to crawl into the cardboard box he was carrying. Then I gave him a big smile and told him I was just kidding and that our baby would be here in 2-3 weeks. He looked so relieved and I couldn't help but laugh. That trick just won't get old. Oh but I'm sure I will get a taste of my own medicine when someone asks me that question a month after the baby is born. Ouch!
Everyone has been so nice to Mom & Dad! We met their nextdoor neighbor and their across the street neighbor Smokey. Your typical southern men sitting on Smokey's front porch enjoying a glass of whiskey under the stars. Then a couple we go to church will delivered dinner and dessert to their house last night. People are so thoughtful!
What is my role in all of this chaos, you ask?? Well I have a rolley chair and a foot stool that I direct from. I will assemble a lamp here and there but mostly I just give my decorating advice on where certain pieces of furniture should go. I know it sounds great, not having to lift a finger and just giving orders, but it is so hard for me not to dive in and help move boxes and furniture. I actually started to help a little and then my legs and ankles began to swell like hotdogs on the grill. No kidding, you could press you fingers into my ankles and leave a 1/4" indention. That is when I decided, and was instructed by Mom & Dad, to sit down and stay there.