We have final word on the job in the Pacific North West: he did not get it. We will be going to NYC. I’m having a hard time processing all the changes that are on our horizon.
- A move to a big city and a small apartment.
- Selling of at least half, if not more, of our stuff.
- The process of eventually giving notice at work.
- The challenge of moving directly after having a baby.
- Hiring movers (I have never done this before, I always self-move).
- Meeting with financial planners to figure out what to do so we can survive until I find work.
- Stashing away as much money in the coming months as possible to create an “emergency fund.”
- Buying the large things we will need in the big city now so we don’t have to pay city delivery fees (think: crib, rocker, and a few small furnishings to replace some of our really big things).
- Planning for six months of drastically reduced grocery budget (goodbye delicious gourmet things like heirloom tomatoes and kohlrabi)
- Notifying my doctors in Kentucky and finding a new ocular immunologist, allergist and rheumatologist in NY.
- Slowly telling friends and family and watching their faces fall when they realize that we are throwing all financial caution to the wind so my husband can chase his dream job.
- Booking final trips home before plane tickets are no longer an option.
- Preparing the cats with checkups, vaccinations and medication plans (we will put all our cats on anti anxiety medication for a month or two during transition to help with the stress)
- Worrying about how the hell you get a cat to the vet in the big city?
- Finding a place to live in the city that will allow our cats.
Oh, and I’m still supposed to be preparing for baby. I can’t even think about preparing for baby right now! Our initial plan to move out west, buy a nice little house and set up shop till death do we part was easy. We had been mentally preparing for this move for years. I was ok unloading our savings to move to a permanent tenure track job. I’m much more hesitant to cash it all in for a two to four year position somewhere we don’t intend to stay forever.
Thanks to the lessons learned from infertility, I also realize that life does not always work out like you had planned. Sometimes you have to just play the hand you were dealt. We were dealt a move to NYC for a job that pays very little, right after *hopefully* giving birth to our miracle take-home baby.
Have any of you ever faced such a huge life change after infertility? Anyone have any tips for reducing the risk of PPD when moving right after having a baby? Anyone in the NYC area, particularly the Bronx, and want to meet up with us when we visit at the end of May to find a place to live?!