Meet the newest superhero moving team to reside in the great state of Texas: The Prego and The Crip! JUST the people you want to show up on moving day. To their own house. To move their own stuff.
Yes, this is how we roll.
This amazing team is collectively unable to lift over twenty pounds or travel with a box more than five feet without killing themselves. Book us today for all your moving needs! :-)
Let’s start with the petite member of the team, “Prego.” (That would be me.) When this whole moving thing began, I was already freaked out that I would be pregnant during the process. I’m definitely what you could call a go-getter, and I KNEW that being forced to take it easy would drive me crazy. And it did. Seriously, unbelievably crazy. Unfortunately, this meant that I wore myself out just a little too much in the week or two before our move, but I was kept under control on Saturday, the official moving day. With nine guys circling around me picking things up and making sure I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to, I was pretty safe. I still worked hard, but I only did what I was allowed to do.
Then there’s “The Crip.” He’s the beefier, manlier portion of this superhero team. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, carry HUGE loads of furniture one-handed, and … ummm … actually, he can’t do any of that right now. :-) About an hour into loading up our things into the moving truck at the old house, David accidentally dropped a two-ton lamp on his big toe. Okay, okay – maybe it wasn’t two tons. However, Grandpa made it out of a genuine wagon wheel, and that sucker is HEAVY. David didn’t realize that you aren’t supposed to pick it up by the neck and the neck slipped out of the base. It managed to fall directly on his big toe, which was thankfully protected by his shoe or it would have been much worse. This is how it looked just hours after the injury:
I’m saving you the horror of seeing how it looked a few hours after this, or even now when it looks MUCH worse. Seriously – this looks totally healthy comparatively. This is how David looked while looking at his injury:
In case you can’t tell, this is not amusement. This is horror. This is him saying, “MAN that doesn’t feel good.” Poor guy. :-( Let me tell you just how awesome my amazing husband is, though. After dropping a two-ton lamp on his big toe, he iced it for just a bit, put his sock and shoe back on, and went back to work moving our things. For the next hour and a half, he loaded, hauled, unloaded, and organized many boxes. He finally took a load off and relaxed his foot for a bit, but he was a beast with the moving.
Throughout the day, his toe continued to swell. David was getting more and more uncomfortable and just wanted the pain to quit. Since Daddy is accident prone and doesn’t readily go to the doctor immediately, David figured he was a safe person to call. After all, if Daddy wouldn’t go, then no big deal! :-) After calling Daddy that night and hearing him, of all people, say that we needed to go to the hospital immediately to get it drained, the three of us (David, Jonathan, and I) headed to a clinic. [Jonathan came along as the "muscle" in case David was too loopy to walk to the car on his own. I wouldn't have been very beneficial if that was the state he was in.] We happened to only be one of three groups there that night and were in a room within five minutes. Woohoo!! We got the funniest nurse ever who managed to entertain us for the next hour or two, and they numbed David’s toe fairly quickly. He was ECSTATIC about that portion of the process!! They x-rayed it, found out it was fractured almost to the joint, and the doctor told us David would have to be careful with it. He has to wear a boot for the next few weeks because it’s a weight-bearing toe, and any extra pressure could cause his fracture to extend into the joint. They then drained the toe. (I’ll save our dear friends and family from the details and just say “Eew.”)
Anyway, these were the two people in need of moving, and the two people least ready for a move…
I’m going to take a minute to do a little bragging: we started moving our boxes and furniture into the moving truck at 9 a.m. on Saturday, and we had EVERYTHING unloaded at the new house by 11:35 a.m. that same morning. That’s right. :-) We were both organized and had the most awesome people ever helping us! Jonathan came down from Austin where he is interning to help us out, and we had seven men from our church that showed up, as well. It was GREAT! The entire group was so very sweet to help us out, and they worked so very hard. They were happy to have pizza afterward, as well. :-) I wish beyond wish that I had taken a picture during the process, but we were all a little busy. Our house was like an anthill with all the people moving here and there!
That was our moving day.