Well Shit

Today I took the day off to take my 3 hour glucose test. In all honestly, it wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. They gave me the fruit punch flavor instead of orange and I requested ice with it this time. It was so much better. 

The first hour I felt pretty awful but from there it wasn't as bad. My mom was supposed to go with me and didn't, but that's a story for another day. I brought my thank-you notes to write from my shower and was able to finish them all. My veins cooperated and the blood draws weren't too bad. 

I came home after and took a long nap. I slept horribly last night due to heartburn. I didn't want to take anything because I was supposed to be fasting and wasn't sure if it would mess up the results.

I heard W come home after work and he climbed in bed with me a put on an episode of The Office on the laptop while I continued to nap. 

When I woke up he told me he had some bad news.

Around Memorial Day W was offered a new position with the company he worked for. He is a physical therapist and has his doctorate degree. He was offered a raise and a position at a nearby rehabilitation facility that was more his speed than the nursing home he was at.

Sometime this summer the rehabilitation facility was taken over by a new company. It was unclear whether they would keep his contract agency in place for the therapy services or not. Well, today he found out the company he works for lost their contract there. 

It couldn't be any worse timing. He will be done working there the first week of September. His boss promised he would try to find employment for the therapists ASAP locally, but couldn't promise anything.  Worst case scenario, W sticks with the company and commutes an hour and a half each way to work. 

He was planning to take a month off when the girls got here. They had hired someone to cover while he was away but now that person is no longer even working for them. Now that month of him helping me with the girls will be spent applying for jobs and interviewing. That is, unless he is able to line something up before that. It's hard to line something up when you don't know exactly when you are going to need time off. It all depends on when these girls make their arrival. He isn't planning to take off the time until they come home, but we still don't know when that's going to be. 

I know that he is in a great field and he will find a new job. It just really changes how his time off is going to look. It stresses me out and makes me want to keep working as long as possible. I had been thinking I'd be done August 16th. I'm not feeling so confident about that anymore, but know I need to stop soon. I've been having more and more braxton hicks and so easily feel like I overdo it. Working for a few extra weeks is not worth having these babies early. 

It really sucks that this happened today, but I know in the end we will be fine. I really just wish W hadn't taken the raise and change of position in May. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20, right?