One week until moving day, and not a single thing is packed. I don't even have boxes. Or packing paper. Or packing tape, for that matter.
Begin meltdown mode in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
Joey had another interview with a company in Orlando yesterday. We should hear sometime next week about whether or not he has the job. This is the one he really wants, and the money, hours, and location would be ideal for us when starting a family.
We both agree that even though we are anxious to start trying again, we need to get settled at home first. Even if he does get this job offer, we still would not start really trying again for a few months. I want to be out of my probationary period at my new job before I go running in there and requesting maternity leave.
I'm so happy things are coming together, but I'm praying Joey gets this offer. It's the final piece to a puzzle that we've spent far too long putting together.