I hate, hate, hate it when I can't do something and have to ask for help, but that problem is simply hubris, and I've gotten better at getting over it. It also helps that, aside from Paul, I have two other people who can help. Particularly when it comes to moving things, both the teens are as strong or stronger than me and can help. With past pregnancies, I had to wait until Paul got home or do it myself. So, of course, I did a lot myself that I probably shouldn't have. To no apparent ill effects, of course, but it just wasn't prudent.
I asked Paul to move a box for me yesterday because I told him I wasn't ready to have the baby yet.
After he moved it, he said, "What's in here? Rocks? I almost had a baby."