Such an adventure. I remember being about seven months pregnant with Maisie and literally running/wobbling full speed to catch a bus or metro in order to not be late for our appointment to look at an apartment. We did this for a couple weeks before we found the right apartment. This time around is almost no different. We are looking for an apartment again, but this time around I am six months pregnant instead of seven. It also feels like the the baby might just shoot out at any point when I try to run across a street or run to catch a bus. I don’t remember that feeling with Maisie.
On just a normal day in “the OC” I would complain to my sister that “my regions hurt.” Yeah, she would make fun of me and tell me to be quiet because people could hear! Well, now I am writing about it on my blog. Let’s just say my region hurting has gone to a whole new level moving over here and running around looking for an apartment and cell phone service shopping and all the other stuff we’ve done here!
It doesn’t help that the place we are staying at has this weird makeshift bed thing that I have to crawl up on (and off of) five million times in the middle of the night so I can pee! I don’t think it helps that this is coming off of over five weeks sleeping on an air mattress and twenty hours of travel. Can’t a pregnant girl just have a soft, but firm bed and an apartment to live in? Actually, I don’t mind it as I know it will come to an end at some point. I’m hoping I get the bed and apartment before I get the baby though!
Here’s a sort of crappy picture of the bed, but you get the point: