August 11th, 2011. CD8.
The one word that describes my life at present?
1. My last day of work is tomorrow. Not my last day of work at my current job, but my last day of work for the forseeable future… I do not have another job lined up in our new town. Yet.
2. I am currently waiting to hear back about an interview I had on Tuesday. The job seems so perfect for me, and I know I would love the new challenge. I sent thank-you notes to follow up with the interviewers, and received an email back from one of them letting me know she thinks I’m perfect for her team, and that she is working on an offer for me. …I only hope it all works out. We are definitely not prepared to be a one-income couple just yet.
3. We are moving on Saturday… that’s two days from now. My whole life is half in boxes and half waiting to be packed up. The new place has yet to be painted, and the current place needs to be touched up before we can leave it for good.
4. Sunday is the day our move should be mostly complete. Paint will be dry and furniture will be moved in. We should be able to stay the night in our new home in three days…Even if we do end up sleeping on a mattress on the floor the first night or two.
5. Monday is the settling-in day, and thankfully the husband has the day off of work. The cable and internet installer will come by, and we will be able to arrange furniture, set up our kitchen, and put some nails in the walls.
6. Tuesday is the day I’m planning to move the cats from the current place to the new place. I still have yet to call the vet and find out how much sedative is appropriate for a 28-pound cat… Oh, and not to throw anything else on my already heaping plate, but Tuesday morning is my appointment with Wandy at the optometry office. If Ollie is growing well, I will be instructed to trigger by this time next week.
…And with the trigger comes the other thing. The Sexy-Time thing. I barely know what that is anymore, to be honest.
You see, what with the stress of the move, the husband’s identity theft issue, my untimely UTI, the subsequent antibiotics that made me rather pukey, Aunt Flo’s unwelcome arrival, and the Femara side-effects, we have had somewhat of a dry spell lately.
Like the Sahara.
But hey, nothing like an exhilarating big change in life, and some new paint on the walls to inspire one to get back on the horse, as it were.
…I’m sure the husband appreciates being referred to as “the horse“, by the way.
You’re welcome, honey. Now the whole world knows.
Anyway, if I’m distant for the next week or so, you have officially been warned as to why that may be. I’m hopeful that once our new internet service is installed, I will be able to update you on the progress of this cycle. The progress of the move may be slow, but by the end of August three things will be certain:
1.) We will have officially and completely made the transition from residents of the Detroit suburbs to residents of the Toledo suburbs, 2.) I will know if I will have a new job to go along with the new place, and 3.) we will either be pregnant… or not.
Either way, it will be good to put this month behind us and I’m already looking forward to the future in our new home.
…Whether our guest bedroom will transition into a nursery remains to be seen…