I'm A Lean, Mean, Organising Machine

Well, truth be told, I'm not so "lean". I feel like I'm getting more and more rotund by the day. In the course of about a week, I've gone from having what I thought was a cute little baby bump to having almost lost my waist and looking like I've eaten too many Timtams. I'm not sure where it's all coming from, I've put on almost no weight since I got pregnant (I actually was losing some for a while when the morning sickness was at its worst). Dh says that I must be "redistributing", though I can see any part of my body that looks thinner as a result.

I'd also like to think that I'm not mean.

BUT, I am an organising machine! I have... wait for it... only nine weeks and two days until I leave Japan. It's really snuck up on me! Until the new year hit, I was always able to tell myself that I wasn't moving until "next year". The panic hit on New Years Day, the move was no longer "next year", but instead could be counted in weeks.

In a matter of days I have: booked and paid for flights home; booked a hotel for a stopover in Cairns to visit my brother, sil and to meet my new niece on the way through; procured quotes and decided upon a shipping company (I'm in the process of booking); had what turned out to be a very stressful, but worked out in the end type of conversation with my health insurance company in Australia; booked the hospital for the birth (I'd already booked the doctor); arranged recommendations for a thyroid specialist for when I get back; arranged for quotes for a moving company for our belongings that are in storage; arranged the move in date for an apartment; spoken to the Australian Customs Service about the kimonos I'm importing into the country; and started sorting out our apartment for things to be sent, things to be thrown away and things to be given away.

Funnily enough, I didn't do any of this (except some sorting) while on holidays, but have been madly doing it around my full-time job.