Moving... sigh

Moving with an infant is... for lack of a better word, frustrating. Although, no where near as frustrating as having to move when you are 9 months pregnant and bigger than a house. I'm able to somewhat pack, but that's only really when the baby is sleeping because she thinks it is her mission in life to pull everything she can get her little hands on out of the box I just put them in. Then, as much as I want to help my husband move everything, I'm on baby patrol. Gotta make sure she isn't underfoot while boxes and furniture is being moved and carried. On the other hand, moving to a new apartment complex is exciting. It's a better atmosphere and a better management company.