*KABOOM*
(that was the sound of my life exploding)
You’ll have to give me a second. I’m still dizzy from getting knocked flat by the past few months.
Let’s see. When last we left our fearless crusaders, Tresa was working at a crappy job at a crappy scrapbook store, and Bear was slugging it out at for a company that didn’t appreciate him.
Now we’re trying to move down to San Diego in time for Bear to start a new job on the 31st. And I’m seven weeks pregnant.
There were sooo many times when I thought how I needed to update the blog, but the only things going on in our lives were work related, and everyone knows you don’t blog about work. And then things were changing so quickly I couldn’t keep up, let alone keep everyone else properly informed. And there is a strict hierarchy here. I can’t let the internet know these kinds of changes before all my closest real life friends and family know. That’s just poor form.
So here’s the past two months in a nutshell:
I hated my job. They had no idea what they were doing and made everything 40 times harder than it had to be, they had absolutely no knowledge of the industry and refused to allow people to know that so they just pretended and talked out of their butt, they wouldn’t listen to me despite my years of experience and regularly insulted my experience and talent. Plus they weren’t very nice. But they thought they were. Fairly un-self-aware people there. I stuck it out because we felt like our time here was short and I really wasn’t doing anything else.
Bear got a job offer in San Diego. He flew down and interviewed, but they weren’t paying anything and it would have really been a step down. So he refused it. But they’ve been calling him ever since.
Then Bear got a random phone call from some guy he used to work with at another company saying there was a position in his company for a place in Utah. We have loads of great family there, so we wanted it BAD. He interviewed, everyone loved him, our hopes were high, no job. Internal candidate.
A couple weeks go by, we’re both beyond bummed because we really wanted the Utah job, I hate the job I’m in and see no way out, and Bear feels totally rejected. A lot of cupcakes were consumed.
We make an appointment with the IVF guy because my time on Lupron is done and we need to move. It happened to be on my birthday. The doctor laughed and asked if this is what we do to celebrate, then what we do to torture ourselves? We scheduled appointments for the first round of tests, I get an ultrasound, and everything is set. We’re just waiting for the next period.
The Utah people call back and offer the internal candidate’s position in San Diego. Bear turns it down because of the cost of living.
They call back.
They call back again.
They make an offer that makes us pee our pants.
We go down to Orange County for Christmas rejoicing with the good news. Our favorite cousin takes us to a fancy weekend at La Costa (a super super ritzy country club) things get romantic, and we both instantly knew that we had just conceived. We just knew.
But after seven years of this, we were afraid of that knowledge so we tried to convince ourselves that we were crazy. I’ve spent so much money on pregnancy tests over the years, that I swore I wouldn’t take another test until I was on day 45 – two weeks late.
Sure enough.
Two tests and a doctors visit later, I’m seven weeks pregnant.
We leave Modesto on the 26th, and Bear starts his new big fat fancy job on the 31st, while I begin the house hunt so I can get my precious precious nursery.
Job, Baby, House. Apparently 2007 is going to be our year.