The purgatory of packing

Ye gads how I hate to pack. We haven't moved in almost two years and it's amazing how much crap one can accumulate over such a seemingly short period of time. It also doesn't help that I can only do so much at one time before becoming tired and in need to some trashy daytime TV.

At any rate, this packing project will be done in four days time, because we are leaving in five days! I think every third thing Mike and I say to each other is "can you actually believe we're leaving in "X number" day?! The weirdest thing has to be saying goodbye to our friends. It just seems odd that we've been seeing these people on a semi-regular basis for the last two years, and now we won't see them again for who knows how long. Moving for me has always been bittersweet. I love the prospect of change and new adventures, but leaving loved ones behind is always sad.

In other news we had a bit of a scare that involved us spending over seven hours at the ER last Wednesday. Well, we weren't actually worried but I was having some lower abdominal pains, which were more irritating than anything else, but my doctor insisted that I go get checked out at the ER. Upon arrival we were told they were "having the busiest day we can remember" and thus waited five hours before actually seeing anyone. After a battery of tests and room confusions we were released with a clean bill of health for both myself and baby. The upside to all this? We got to see the baby on an ultrasound! We were both riveted by the rather clear picture of our little baby kicking his/her little legs and seeing the beating heart.