Fast forward to the move to Florida.
The bed is pretty gigantic. After we built the cabin it took up most of the room. There was about a foot on either side, between the bed and the wall. Not to mention that those logs are heavy. Very, very heavy.
I've spent the week worrying about moving it. It was the first thing we planned on putting in the U-haul (which is also pretty gigantic at 26 feet!) and I just wanted it to be done! I'm not really sure why I spent so much time worrying... except that this bed has a way of bumping into things and putting holes through walls when it's being moved... so I guess my fears weren't entirely unfounded.
Paul and my dad spent a portion of the afternoon taking it apart and loading it into the truck. Then Sadie came into the room and ran around yelling "Where's the big bed?!?!" and giggling because she knew it was in the truck.
When she glanced into the truck her reaction was to giggle and say: "I don't see the big bed!" which is probably because she was expecting it to be fully assembled and to be ready to be jumped on in the truck (Sadie's a big fan of this bed).
So the bed and the dining room table and the couch are in the truck along with most of the boxes that I packed. Now to pack more boxes tomorrow and move the lighter furniture.
I wonder what new moving related fear I'll find to worry about before I drift off the sleep...