A moving story, Part 3

(Part 1 here.)
(Part 2 here.)


Many thanks to the first two commenters on Part 2 for giving me such a good jumping off point for where I was going with the pregnancy thing I mentioned at the end of Part 3. You both think just like me, as it turns out.
In reverse order:

For the sake of a good story, we'll just ignore the fact that pregnant does not mean infirm or unfit to work.

That's true, and I know it intellectually just as well as any other good former women's studies minor. Women can do physical labor, even while pregnant, and whether they can handle certain tasks at any point, for any reason, pregnant or not, is really a matter for them and their doctors, not me or anyone else, to decide. Where the hell do I get off? For that matter, old also does not mean infirm or unfit to work. Like I said, ageist, sexist. I had all of these thoughts immediately after I realized she was pregnant.
Because also:

Oh dear. You definitely don't want your moving crew to be less physically fit than you are... you might feel obligated to help them carry something. You might as well just rent your own truck at that point ;-)

See, you'd be hard-pressed to find a moving crew less physically fit than me personally. And also, I am a bad person. Because you would think that if I had sexist thoughts about my pregnant mover, they would come from some misguided patriarchal sense of protection of the delicate flower, some concern for her or her fetus, some sense of obligation to help. They mostly did not. They came from here (not in the comments, this is just in my own head):

If she miscarries, with only herself and her dad doing my move, 500 miles away from where they live, I am never going to get moved. Does that make me a bad person? I am a bad person.

Luckily, I had plenty of time to think about how bad a person (and feminist) I was, because "no rush" meant a lot of things besides showing up an hour late. It meant taking hours and hours to get most of my stuff into the truck. But I am getting ahead of myself.
I should say that, unfit as I am, I have always, before now, rented or borrowed a truck to move. The biggest reasons I did not do that this time were:

• the drive was so long and I needed to move my car, too
• my house was not ready to be moved into
• my new job was willing to help with my moving expenses
• I had, since my last move, acquired a large, heavy desk that was a family heirloom and that I was sure I could not move myself without breaking. The Guy's moving company had already moved it safely several times.

Part 4 coming soon, I am sure. You still with me?