Finally

The time is getting closer.

I am *days* away from creating another life. Tonight was my last night quote working unquote at Mystique, which was the biggest event of my year (somehow.) That, and my part-time job (that turned into full time) kept me occupied these past four months.

I wanted to wait until June, but then I turned 29 years old last month and felt strongly that enough was enough. No more waiting. Especially not for these projects that can be done without me.

I was set to get pregnant in January, then out of nowhere Taylor gets a quasi-job offer on the other side of the country. He really wants to pursue it. It means moving. It means packing up our house, selling what doesn't fit, move across the country and hope that our house sells. And it means doing it within a two-week time span.

We don't know one hundred percent that it's a for sure deal. It's likely, but not guaranteed. So, that means even though I'm mentally and emotionally prepared to be pregnant, the prospect of moving throws a wrench in my plans.

So, with my ONE week off coming up (first break in over a year) I fully intend to get as much sorted out as possible so that I am set to be sick and pregnant by February.