June 7- Life is Full of Surprises

     It's amazing how your world can get flipped on its head in a matter of minutes. Whether it comes as a pleasant surprise or takes a turn for the worse, life can certainly change on a dime. 

Some surprises are the kind of epic proportions. The Hubs and I are still floored that we are having twins. I wonder if that feeling will ever change?! People mention "the twins" and it still seems absolutely bonkers that they are talking about US! That I am the one having them. (Hell, I still can't wrap my head around how they are going to fit in my body! eeeek!) It also changes everything we thought about preparing for a baby. Because before there was a running checklist of: crib, car seat, high chair, etc... and now it's like, oh crap... we need TWO of everything like we're filling a freaking Ark of baby stuff! Yikes! Better get crackalackin on a registry! LOL

     Then there are those susprises that knock you for a loop and take the wind out of your sails (and apparently write a lot of idioms!). So there I was on the last day of school for teachers and staff. I expected I wouldn't be there long, as the students' last day was the day before so it was only teachers cleaning out their rooms and doing some last minute housekeeping. Before noon, my boss came into my office and sat down to talk to me. Now, I knew there was a chance my position (Dean of Students) might get cut next year but my boss assured me that if that were to happen she would put me in another position and told me not to worry. So I didn't. Apparently I should have. She came in that day to tell me that my position was not only being cut, but there was no other position for me for next year. That's it. Cut and dry, I am out of a job. I can't believe it. I have spent the past four years busting my ass for this company and they can just let me go like that, without batting an eye. They had already been screwing me over with my salary this year. I had been promised upon getting my position as Dean at the start of the year, that after a probationary period I would go from my teacher salary to the Dean one. Never happened. And all I got was the run-around. So a few weeks ago I wrote a letter to corporate (and even told my boss I was doing so!) and pleaded my case to try and at least get the proper salary for the upcoming year. But instead they let me go! It seems they don't take kindly to employees asking for the money they deserve. So I quickly packed up my things and left out the back door, avoiding the cafeteria where everyone was gathered. I didn't want to cry in front of all the teachers. 

     So just like that I am out of work. I already was expecting to have the summer off, but it's a totally different feeling when there is nothing to go back to on the other side of it. And while the hubs and I already planned on me quitting work for a few years once the twins are here, or at least just not doing something full time, we were counting on my paychecks up until then. Not to mention, this means no more insurance for me. So I'll have to go on his and that is going to be WAY more expensive. Ugh... The only glimmer of hope is that the girl who runs our company's virtual school is anticipating needed an administrator for when they open up online K-6 in the fall. It would be a full-time position but from predominately working from home and she said I have first dibs. Fingers and toes officially crossed. That would be PERFECT for me so I sure hope to get it. I won't know until next month. In the meantime I will just have to get on unemployment for now so I can at least have SOME income rolling in. Not exactly how I anticipated things going, but then again, when does life ever pan out exactly as planned?!

     But hey, when life gives you lemons... grab some vodka and do a shot! Ugh... vodka... in another life that would have sounded fabulous, but now it just curdles my stomach. While I am absolutely over the moon about being pregnant, I am also absolutely over the toilet quite often. Retching my guts out while simultaneously peeing myself is all the rage these days and has become part of my daily routine. The best way I can put being pregnant so far is this: It's like being hungover when you have the flu and it's that time of the month. ALL THE DAMN TIME! lol. But hey... it is what it is and I'll get through it, however, I won't lie... it has been ROUGH! 

     On top of that, this weekend I was supposed to fly to Jersey to see my closest family members outside of my parents. I originally was flying in for an appointment with a big-time fertility specialist who specializes in ovarian failure, but as I no longer need to see him (and I certainly thank my lucky stars for that!) I still had a plane ticket so I was going anyway. The plan was that I was staying with family (my cousins- a mother and daughter set who I grew up with them being more like my older and younger sisters). I have been looking forward to spending three days with some of my favorite people that I never get to see. My best friend of 24 years (who also lives in Jersey) was even making a special trip to meet up with me while I was there. But ever since I found out I was pregnant with twins, my older cousin has been tripping out NONSTOP. We're talking a frenzied panic about me making a flight up there to visit. That it would be "too risky" to make the trip, even though my doctor said it was absolutely fine to fly. She was worried about me being sick on the plane. Well with that logic, I shouldn't be going anywhere at any time because who knows when I could get sick! I mean... morning sickness comes with the territory and the way I see it, I would at least have a distraction getting to spend time with my family. It would do more good than harm. But she isn't having it and pretty much refused me to come up there. My stubborn streak tempted me to get on the plane and sit in the airport just for spite, but realistically how much would that make sense? So I just had to accept that the decision was being made for me, which believe me did NOT sit well with me, but at that point it was out of my hands. And trust me, I fought for it... to the point of exasperation and me hysterically crying on the way into work. Because THAT is much more healthy than me sitting on a plane for two hours! So I was already extremely upset when I went into work today and then had the other bomb dropped on me. 

     Needless to say it wasn't a great day. Lost my trip and my job. Lucky for me I have an amazing support system between my hubby and my parents. The hubs assured me everything will be alright and managed to lift my spirits. We wound up going for a nice relaxing bike ride around the neighborhood and had a nice, quiet evening. I'm still really bummed though...