It's Friday, and we are another week closer... to Seattle and Bean and all the little milestones along the way. The pace at home has slowed down a little bit, from frantic to constant. We're starting to feel some momentum, which is good, but the to-do list remains daunting. I will have more time on my hands to tackle it, though, because yesterday was my final day in private practice. *sniff* Counselor C has packed up her shingle, the mental health of St. Louisans is no longer my responsibility. It was a rather emotional day for me, but a reminder of how rewarding my career is. And I have tons of paperwork to finish so I don't forget that for the next few months. In the meantime, I am continuing with my other part-time career, which is helping families who are relocating due to corporate transfers. (Gotta love irony!) My boss has been ridiculously flexible with me, allowing me to work from home as needed and take lots of time off for house-hunting and moving. They will also allow me to work from home in Seattle once we arrive. It's really nice to not have to worry about my job situation, but it is definitely tough to keep working through this transition.
Today we should hear from our relocation management company about what the realtors said. With any luck, we'll be on the market very soon!! Please send positive thoughts to our home and the buyers in St. Louis... we would love to sell it ourselves and not have to take the buy-out from DH's employer. We've decided that we will likely rent in Seattle for 6 months or so before buying. The housing prices up there are so high, we want to make 100% sure that we LOOOVE the house and the area. Besides, this way we can get Bean's opinion on the house, and the dog's, too, because she'll be staying with the dog sitter when we scope things out next month.
Pregnancy update. Currently NOT a fan of round ligaments. Between my growing belly and working around the house -- OUCH, soreness. I'm most comfortable when I'm sitting around. (But who isn't, really?) It's funny, the dog's desire to go outside seems to be positively correlated to my discomfort at the moment. I wonder how that happens.
And how is DH doing? It's been years since he's been this happy, which is so rewarding for me, and a bit contagious. He's over-the-moon about becoming a father, excited to start his new job, and thrilled for the upcoming change in scenery. He deserves all the good in the world, and I'm so lucky to be a part of his life. Oh, and because of his blissful mood, now is the time to ask him for favors. I've already been promised diamond jewelry, a designer raincoat, and several trips to expensive restaurants. Seeing as I pay our bills, it's unlikely I'll approve the purchases, but it's nice to know he cares.