Okay, maybe I can. I’m huge, and while for some reason I can’t resist the urge to lift boxes and move furniture, I’m exhausted. It’s a little harder to be in denial about changes ahead when you are mid-3rd trimester, though I frequently give that a go.
Having a new (marginally housebroken) rescue dog is maybe good for me so I don’t get too smug about having things under control. I think I do best when there is some level of chaos.
Still, right now, all I really want to do is put my feet up.