It's time

Due to some setbacks, Nick and I weren't able to move into our new house until I was almost due.

And even though we were moving in, he didn't want me to lift a hand. So, I used my finger to instruct them on where the movers and our friends should put what.

"No, that glass table belongs in the living room. It goes in the middle. Does anyone not have vision?"

I sighed, then sat on the sofa that was facing the fireplace that was below the TV.

"So we don't place the sofas in a straight line?" Jackson asked.

"No, this one faces the fireplace. While the other two face each other."

Seeing that no one was placing the vases on the shelves that were on either side of the fireplace, I got up and made my way over to the boxes.

I struggled to bend forward, while trying to bend sideways didn't work either.

I puffed up my cheeks, trying to think of a way to get what was inside the boxes. I knew that if I should stoop down, I might not be able to get back up.

"What do you think you are doing?" I span