Lola is having a sleepover with her grandparents tonight.
Reece and I have spent the last 5+ hours packing up our little apartment.
Though it was more of a struggle than I ought to admit, I cleaned out my closet and have five gigantic DI bags to prove it.
Why is it so hard to get rid of clothes, even clothes that haven't left their hangers since high school?
I swear, pulling teeth is less painful.
I had Raisin Bran and ice cream for dinner, Reece had a donut.
Let me assure you, packing and pregnancy do not mix -- for more than one reason.
My lower back is sore and baby boy is openly rebelling against all the standing up and squatting down from his incubator.
I've cried about three times tonight -- the hardest when I walked into our front room and saw the bare, white, pictureless walls.
We are really doing this.
I'm completely overwhelmed.
But at least I'm de-junked.