IT'S OFFICIAL - WE ARE NEVER MOVING AGAIN

I am a chronic house mover. Since I managed to move out of my mother's house, I have lived at Chancery Court, River Place, Botanic Garden View, Ang Mo Kio and now have just moved to the East. And that's over the past 6 years or so. And every time I do this, I tell myself, I am never moving house again. It's just too painful, in terms of the packing and unpacking, and also having to leave behind a house that I have gotten to love living in. So why did I move? I saw someplace that I thought was nicer. Also, in Chancery Court, I couldn't get the Landlord to settle for less.

This time is the worst move ever - I cannot recall how we managed to accumulate so much heavy furniture over the past 1.5 years. Even the movers asked if we were really intending to take everything. And moving from 2,700 square feet to 1,500 square feet is no joke - when the last box was shoved into the house and the movers let the door shut behind them, they must have wondered how we were going to get out.

The Son has enjoyed climbing over boxes and furniture placed on top of other furniture. "Tall Mountin!" he says. But I am seriously less thrilled - it is going to be physically impossible to fit everything and we are going to have to sell off more furniture than I needed to fill my first apartment to begin with. I mean, seriously. We have a bed, dining set, side table, study table with chair, sofa, coffee table and bookshelves to sell off. How the hell am I going to pull this off. How are we going to get the furniture out the door?!?!

Anyway, horror aside, I went to work last Friday in my maternity clothes (everything else was packed) and I could not believe how different my day was. I have forgotten how nice people can be if you look pregnant (as compared to if you just look a little bit fat) - people were not just holding the door open for me, some of them were actually walking back to pull the door open again, and then hold it open?! And people are just feel friendlier, and I don't mean that in the hubba hubba sort of way. I felt like a fraud (no, I am not pregnant), but part of me enjoyed getting my pregnancy privileges back, even if it was just for a day. A friend sms'd me late in the evening to say someone else had seen me walking by and asked if I was pregnant. Gah!