Worries

It has been 1 week now since we found out that my husband has orders to move to another base in May and it doesn't feel real.

In fact, I'm in such denial about it that I haven't even thought about it much since last weekend. Sure I think of it a few times throughout the day and may even write a blog about it, but normally I'd be Googling up a storm about it by now. Not so much.

See, I'm apprehensive because back in 2008, my husband was supposed to cross-train into a new field. He got approval to do so and I quit my job as I was 8 months pregnant and didn't think I'd be returning after maternity leave since we were supposed to move to TX so he could cross-train. Those plans ended up falling through. We never moved.

I am worried that he won't pass his PT test or that my daughter's medical clearance for her developmental delays won't go through. It's absurd to think that her medical clearance wouldn't go through as the new base has a great medical center, far far far better than the one here. And it's not like she sees rare specialists....she sees developmental therapists and those are everywhere.

I just feel like this is too good to be true and it's going to be snatched from under our noses any minute now. I don't know if I can take it here anymore. I hate it here. I am ready to move on to greener pastures and a chance to start over.