How about fitting something else on the plate

Some days I joke about where I would fit a job {let alone a career} in because I am always on the go. I spend a lot of time apart from J because his job is demanding, but that leaves me with all the errands, groceries, bills, meals, cleaning, etc. I also volunteer and I am in school full time along with the doctor THREE days a week. So before life got “hectic” last summer I applied for a job. I felt like there was no chance I would even get an interview, but I ended up giving it a shot. I remember in October they emailed and said the start date had been pushed to early next year instead of November and if you were selected for an interview you would hear from them then. So when they called last month for an interview I had no idea who it was and I was trying to remember when I applied for a job ha ha. However, when everything clicked I was very excited.

I received an email a few days ahead of my scheduled interview with a script I would be presenting along with a summary of the other tasks I would have to do at this said interview. Needless to say the day of it was the longest interview of my life. I spent an hour and a half there performing timed computer tasks, presenting that material they sent TWO days before, and answering questions. When I was leaving they said that they would be in touch by the end of the week…

Well two hours later they called and said they felt I was the “perfect fit” for the job. Yes! I by no means was looking to be working too, but I felt like this was the perfect opportunity as I have decided to take some time off from the baby making. So I will be working with soldiers on some really great things. I will also be traveling a bit for my job. That is really all I can say other than I am excited and never thought I would have a shot at landing this.

I went this morning for blood work to see if I was pregnant. Again, I knew I wasn’t, but no matter how many calls you get saying, “I am sorry it was negative.” It still feels like a kick in the stomach. It hurts…really, really hurts. I am also exhausted. It is hard to explain, but my body is tired and I am mentally drained. I get eight needles a week, three ultrasounds, spend about ten hours a week at the doctor’s office, and a medicine that makes me extremely sick every four weeks. It isn’t the end of the road, but it is time for a break. We would really love to have IVF by the summer, but it is a joke at how much it costs without insurance coverage (always a thank you to Tricare!) for something that may not work for us. *Sigh* If I could only win the lottery. As things develop I will blog again on that with some decisions, but as of right now I am looking into grants/scholarships, loans, anything to help us out.

I just hope in the end it will all be worth it,