Hubs’ official Navy orders for Leadership School are in. We’ll be heading to the east coast in January, and we’ll be there for almost a full year. Well, at least he will be going in January – I still have work and housing things to arrange first. As long as at least one of the two plays out as hoped, then I’ll get to join him in January for five days in a car with the dog and the cat and the houseplants and all the candles, batteries, lightbulbs, and booze that the movers wouldn’t put on the truck. Tremendous.
I love the moment that orders come in. It’s not about what they say, it’s that now there is a plan. There are definite answers. I didn’t know if we were going to move in January or April, and now I do, and that makes me happy. It’s not that I necessarily wanted it to be one or the other, it’s just that I wanted to know. There would have been positives and negatives either way. But now I get to start actively looking at houses (I’ve already emailed on 4 places), and getting excited about all the restaurants I remember from the last time Hubs had to go through a program at this school, almost 4 years ago. And the yarn shop. The delicious, wonderful yarn shop. Maybe I’ll be shopping there for scrumptious blankie-type yarn……
At times, the possibility of being pregnant weighs heavily on my planning and I factor it in automatically. Other times, it’s a caveat I have to remind myself about. I’m eyeing three-bedroom places and their suitability for a nursery, but at the same time I’m thinking about what the walking distance would be to a couple of my favorite bars. The job piece is tricky. I work in a federal library, and the powers above are trying to just transfer me to a different federal library there, basically without changing my position. That is super fantastic, and I am so fortunate that the library director I have here has been advocating for me 100%. There are still some HR challenges to circumvent, which are too bureaucratically jumbled to go into, but I’m optimistic. I’m going to feel like a total asshole if I have to go “I know you guys just stuck your neck out for me and fought the red tape and hired me without even an interview, but GUESS WHAT?! I’m going to need a whole bunch of leave and then probably a very flexible part time schedule.” Of course, it’s way better that I have a year there instead of six or seven months. That makes me much less of a jerk. And the first six months (ish) will almost certainly be uninterrupted, unless something were to go awry. But I’m getting way ahead of myself. One thing at a time, right?
No. I haven’t ovulated yet. CD 21 today. As excited as I am about finally being able to plan my next year, I suppose that this sort of thing qualifies as stressful. Excited is not relaxed.