Wordless Wednesday - Big is ... backbreaking

In manworld, bigger is better. Apparently. So when we went to buy a chest of drawers for the baby's room, Paul was adamant we have the biggest one in the shop. He was very pleased with this decision.
Until we got the thing home, and he almost broke his back - and his spirit - trying to get the thing up the stairs, past the protruding meter box, through the door, into the house and down the hall to the right room.
Do they never learn?

No, they never learn. 

It's been a while. Whoops

Almost there: My 37-week belly. Nicely,
if not exactly comfortably, supported by
my ever-expansive hips.  

Well, this is a bit embarrassing. I've noticed my last post was all the way back when I first mentioned being pregnant. And now, at 37 weeks, I'm not far off being un-pregnant. So much time in between and all I've written is a big fat nothing.
I'd like to say it was because I spent those months time being incredibly busy doing incredibly interesting and important things. But it wasn't. Life in general just seemed to chew up my time and mojo. So, for anyone interested in hearing my excuses, or just getting an update, here's what I've been doing:
a) As mentioned, the renovations. Boy, they took a while. And we only did one room, really. But we did eventually get the place ready for us to inhabit. So then came:
b) Moving. If I remember correctly, all the cleaning, packing, actual moving, unpacking and cleaning again took a couple of lots of RDOs. Which, given we had our RDOs once a fortnight, meant the process spanned about a month. Which took us up to December and all the hijinks of:
c) Christmas season. Need I say more.
d) Working. Obviously, work is work and you deal with it. But, until a few weeks ago, it meant months of seemingly hard yakka. My previously beloved roster of nine days on-five days off was taking its toll on my pregnant body. Not helped by the fact that all too often shifts were stretching from a normal 10 hours to 11-12 hours. And I was training my replacement, which added a whole other level of drama. Then the husband started a new job, with an even more demanding roster. Meaning a lot of the work we'd shared at home now fell to me. Luckily, I had a supply of harden-the-eff-up powder handy, and would force it down whenever my sooking started to annoy even me.
e) Growing our bubba. As previously mentioned, possibly to the point of whiny overkill, I am pregnant. The above activities did, mercifully, ease off after a while. Just in time for all the third trimester fun - frequent doctor visits, dashing off from work to prenatal classes, and nights spent waking up constantly with leg cramps and heartburn - to kick in.  So I bid a sad farewell to any hope of recovering my energy levels. 

Until it came to a blessed, abrupt end about a week ago. When I finished work and started this blissful in-between time of having neither an alarm dragging me from bed every morning nor offspring to contend with. 
I know this too will come to a screechIng halt. And soon. But for now, despite my excitement at the idea of finally, FINALLY meeting our baby in (hopefully!) a few short weeks, I'm just enjoying - nay, relishing - the opportunity to sit back and do sod all.

What have you been up to lately? If you've been flat out too, I sympathise (and completely understand if you hate me for getting the chance to now put my feet up).