The author, her husband, and their toddler moved when she was seven months pregnant.
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When my husband and I finally had an offer accepted on a home, we were elated.The timing was seemingly perfect. We were set to close in early November, and baby number two was due in January.But moving isn't easy, and moving while seven months pregnant with a very active 2-year-old in tow is definitely not for the faint of heart.More than the physical toll it took — because I wasn't exactly hauling heavy boxes — I was taken aback by the surprising emotions that came along with a move less than eight miles from our old place.Saying goodbye to the place where we became a family of threeOur two-bedroom rental apartment in a neighborhood we loved was perfect for us until it wasn't.In that apartment we lived in for three years, we found out we were expecting. Welcomed our sweet baby boy. Spent many sleepless nights rocking an infant. Played on the floor for hours. Logged thousands of miles of stroller walks on the trail behind the building. Watched our son take his first steps. Pushed him on the swings for the very first time at a local park. Celebrated his first — and second — birthdays.When I got pregnant again, it was time to make a move.
