Last night I was checking my email (I am a bit obsessive compulsive about it) and I had an email from a friend with a job opening at her company. Being eternally curious, I figured I might as well check it out.
Of course, it sounds like the perfect job for me. I kid you not, it combines my past experience, my current work and a whole bunch of my interests and it is about five miles from my house. Can you say frustrating?! Frustrating because I am quite pregnant (28 weeks and counting!) and intending on taking the summer off for maternity leave. Not exactly an employer's dream prospect.
If this job had come around a year ago, or even maybe 5 months ago when I wasn't so obviously pregnant, I would have been all over it like LP on sprinkles. Karma, fate, the winds, I am not so sure they are blowing my way. Or maybe they are...I went to the doctor yesterday and little Bun sounds strong and healthy and I survived the gestational diabetes glucose test without gagging or getting the shakes. I would definitely rather have all of the good energy on my side when it comes to my pregnancy and my kids than my professional development.
As an aside, why is it that little kids love sprinkles? They take more effort to eat than they are worth, they stick to your teeth and they don't even really taste. It must be the pretty colors. This comes up because yesterday LP helped me to decorate a batch of sugar cookies. If you mention "baking" to her, she immediately runs to the drawers in our kitchen, digs out her apron, throws mine at me, and drags a chair over to the counter so she can get to work. It makes me feel really good that she loves to cook as much as I do. Even though this means I am baking about twice a week when I used to do it only twice a year.