Oh my aching nerves

One week til the big move, and I'm nervous as hell. It's ridiculous. The last two nights I've had very fitful sleeps because I keep waking up worrying about what to pack, whether my things will fit in the new place, what to do if I can't move in on Monday, who will help me if Gary or Greg back out, how Seamus will take to living with someone else, wondering if I've made a mistake by moving in with Matt... Once I am moved in, I know everything will be fine, but I can't help but fret over the little things. And it's like a constant fret. It may fade away sometimes, but it's always there, and when it's in full force, I'm a wreck - my stomach in knots, my hands shake, I feel slightly ill. God I hate moving.