Fingers crossed for you, MrsW - as you say, there must be no pain without gain!
Jonah, hope things go okay today, and your family manage to behave themselves.
I am about ready to go and gun down dh's family. (And no court in the land would convict me). They are all inveterate hoarders - the MIL took back some literally 50 year old crappy lamps from us a few weeks ago "in case they still work" - and in clearing out the spare room cupboard to make room for baby stuff, I discover yet more boxes full of dh's papers which the MIL was meant to look after whilst he was working abroad but which I will now have to go through and mostly chuck out. And even worse, 8 - EIGHT - boxes of books, belonging to some old lady friend of the MIL. (Unless dh is an avid reader of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady on the sly).
Needless to say, I can't even get one of these boxes down the stairs - or even out of the cupboard to the stairs. And I can't see me persuading a charity shop person (likely to be an Edwardian Lady) to come and get them from the second floor. So they have to stay in the cupboard til we move, and then I'll have to get the removal men to carry them down the stairs and co-ordinate with a charity shop to come and pick them up from the ground floor, or something. I am so pissed off with the amount of junk in this flat I could just cry.
Maybe I'll see if I can hire a handyman to come for the afternoon to at least get all this stuff to the garage (which is down the stairs and round the corner in another building).
So Pink, I am officially in the "it's not time for the baby to come yet" club as well now I see how much other stuff I have to try and get done before it arrives. At this rate when my mum comes on granny duty, we'll be leaving dh with the baby whilst we make multiple trips to the tip - hope I don't have to have a caesarean.