Now supposedly the moving company that was hired to move us is quite reputable but I'm having my doubts. One gal that showed up to pack us up yesterday was rude and inconsiderate about my condition. She blocked in all power outlets and cut down the walk space through door ways with her box walls. If I had a big belly at nearly 23 weeks I'd be shit out of luck with trying to get to the kitchen.
Unfortunately they sent the same wench back today. She is working alone. I don't like how she labeled the boxes. I don't like her methods of packing. I heard her drop a few glass items to the cement floor behind the bar. I can only imagine how they'll be when they arrive.
She was rude enough to tell me I shouldn't be sitting at my own dining room table reading my book I'm trying to finish while she is in the kitchen, open floor concept, packing up my china. She said I was watching her. Well I beg to differ and the nearly 200 pages I read yesterday in my book would prove to her I was indeed reading but I have my doubts this creature even ever cracked the spine of a book except to throw it as a weapon.
She propped up a mirror box containing an antique dresser mirror against another box. It fell over in the middle of the night flat on its face. So yeah we are going to have some issue when we unpack. I won't be forgetting her name any time soon as she has the same first name as a relative of mine. Usually women packers are a bit more careful.
I've had very little sleep in the past five days. Breathing is getting to be more difficult with the growing uterus. I now have stretch marks on my upper abdomen where I had none before. I don't care about the stretch marks but it does show that the uterus is intruding into the lung cavity area making it the reason for my breathlessness.
Two meals of eating take out yesterday and I find that I've gained nearly two pounds of bloat overnight. It feels like it too. I really detest being this sodium sensitive. Yes I still weigh myself daily and am taking my scale on the road with me. I will be actively trying to find lower sodium food options at fast food restaurants as that is about all we'll be able to afford or have the time to stop at with a cat in the car. I'd rather not fry Bugsy's brain with having to leave him in the car just because I desire a real sit down meal.