7 Quick Takes Friday (Take 19)

1.  I've been more than just a little bit absent recently.  Over the past week, we've moved from Indiana to North Carolina and attempted to get settled into our new apartment.  It is quite a bit smaller than the old one and has many less closets and storage space, so we have been trouble finding space for everything, so our home doesn't look much more unpacked than it did when we moved in on Monday.  Definitely a work in progress.

2.  We aren't newlyweds anymore!  My husband and I celebrated our first anniversary last Sunday (which was also the first day of driving for our move).  Although it probably wasn't the most romantic way to spend an anniversary, at least driving in the car together meant we were able to spend the whole day together.

3.  For our anniversary, my husband got me the greatest gift!  An apostolic blessing from the Pope for our anniversary!  Nothing has been hung in our apartment yet, but that will be the first thing that gets hung when we get to it.  My present to him was a little less exciting (a watch) but I was proud that I was able to find something within the scope of traditional first anniversary presents (paper and clocks) and he needed one anyway.

4. My husband and dad worked for hours last night to put the baby's crib together.  It worked perfectly with my husband's old bedroom furniture from before we were married and I'm so glad we decided to just get a crib to match than try to get a whole new bedroom set.  Of course, we plan to have the baby in the room with us for the first few months, but I feel so much more prepared for my little one now that he or she has a crib.

5.  Moving never goes as planned and this move was even worse than most with it's own scary emergency room visit.  About 15 minutes after we started loading up the moving truck last Saturday, my father accidentally stabbed himself in the wrist with a knife while cutting through some straps. Thankfully, he didn't get the artery and only needed two stitches, but the ER doctor was afraid he may have some nerve or tendon damage so he had to be put in a splint to keep from further damage and then see a hand surgeon as soon as we got to NC.  Thankfully, the hand surgeon didn't detect any damage!  Prayers answered!  So the only real harm was to my dad's ego (he was so embarrassed - he is very safety conscious - and he hated that he couldn't do much to help).

6.  I am so grateful to our amazing friends and family that stepped it up to get us packed in time.  With me and my mom with my dad in the emergency room for over four hours on the day we were packing up the moving truck, I thought we wouldn't be packed in time.  But when we got back to our apartment, the moving truck was 99% packed!  I know my husband was really looking forward to having my dad's help deciding how to pack everything in the truck so it all fit and nothing broke; he was nervous doing it without him.  But he made everything fit and the worst damage was a scratch to a chair!  I am so proud of him. 

7.  I wouldn't ever suggest that someone move while pregnant.  Although I couldn't be much help, perhaps the most aggravating thing was that everybody else wouldn't let me be ANY help.  Everytime I picked up even the lightest box, someone started yelling at me to set it down.  I felt really helpless and lazy while everyone around me was working so hard.  

Hopefully, as I get settled in, I'll have more time to spend reading and writing blogs.  In the meantime, I can't wait to catch up by checking out all the other Quick Takes hosted by Jen at Conversion Diary.