Today was my first day at a new job. A job where I will be working with my husband (Yay!) and he is also new. It’s so weird, we were both offered this opportunity at the same time, it came with horrendous timing…for obvious reasons but also for not so obvious reasons.
First of all, we were weeks away from closing on a house, not just any house but a house that seemed pretty ridiculously perfect. An adorable 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, awesome fireplace, huge kitchen, hardwood floors, on a dead end street with a park and perfectly under our budget. It seemed meant to be, especially with our family expanding, then came the job offers.
We accepted the job immediately, there wasn’t any way we could justify turning it down. However, the house no longer fit into the plan. The problem was that this perfect house was now 2 hours (one way) away from our new place of work. And with one child needing specialized care and a newborn on the way, no matter how we looked at it, it was impossible to work around 4 extra hours away from the kids for 5 days a week.
It was definitely crushing for both of us but we swore to each other that someday we would build that perfect house if we had to.
Now, here we are…me, exhausted, worn out hardcore and starting this new job at 36ish weeks pregnant. The specifics are still being worked out but it looks like I’ll be semi-training until the baby comes and finishing up at a later date. Thankfully this new job is extremely understanding of my current situation. It’s rare to find such a relaxed stance on maternity leave this early as a new employee.
My anxiety grows every day, which I think is probably pretty common. Oddly, starting work seems to be helping with that though. My mind needed something to do, as much as I love hanging at home with the little princess Whisper Kid, I desperately needed to be productive.
We’ll see how this goes. I’ll keep you updated.