Knowing the necessary lifting, moving and walking that lay ahead, I spent most of the week worrying that I would somehow harm the baby by assisting with this move. The very thought that I might find blood again nearly reduced me to tears. However, we were blessed with family and friends who appeared at the last minute to help us (read “Rob”) paint for two days and assist with the actual move. Jacob and I were able to take it pretty easy, running errands for the painting crew and bringing in meals Thursday and Friday as the house was cleaned and painted. (I was instructed by our midwife to stay out of the house during the painting, which, with the exception of a couple quick tours to check on progress, I did.) Even the actual move was relatively easy for me, yes, I did some lifting -- but I tried to limit the weight to no more than the 30 pounds Jacob weighs. My body is used to picking him up many times a day, so it was my hope that such a limit would enable me to help without endangering the pregnancy.
All in all, it went well, and we when we finally returned the moving truck on Saturday night and collapsed on the nearest piece of furniture Rob and I both counted the many blessings that lead us to become new homeowners. Nothing I did caused any more bleeding. (Which in my non-medical mind makes me think that perhaps it was a fluke and maybe the placenta and everything else are really okay.) I am extremely thankful for the fact that all appears to be well at this point.