The last few weeks have been crazy, but amazing! We’ve been waiting for the big news about our baby’s gender, looking for house, and discussing some pretty big changes to the dynamic of our household. With everything that’s going on, J has been so amazing and supportive and it makes me realize how fortunate we are to have him. Now, let’s get to the good stuff!
I Don’t Have A JOB
Over the past few months, I’ve come to have a love/hate relationship with my job. I love being a Digital Marketer, and nothing brings me more joy than having a career where Social Media is a huge part of my job description – but I’ve grown to hate the politics and bullshit that comes with traditional positions in Corporate America.
A little more than a year ago, I took a job that I loved. I loved waking up in the morning to drive an hour to get to the office. I loved the people I worked with. I loved that the company was rough around the edges, but working towards progress that would change everything. The leadership team knew it and they admitted it. Fast-forward a year and none of the issues had been solved; they kept getting worse.
I started to despise the fact that no one seemed to respect that employees had lives outside of work. They wanted us to work day and night, weekends, and vacations – family and friends be damned, and it was okay because “everybody does it”. Not me. I mean, I did it for a while. But I realized that this wasn’t going to work when, I went on vacation in February with J and got “urgent” calls, texts and emails daily – then got chewed out when I came back about my lack of response….ON MY VACATION! Or when I missed Travis’ 8th birthday. Or the time I had to miss Chloe’s 5th grade camping trip in May, because my boss “needed” me to be in business-critical meetings, that got cancelled last minute.
The worse part is that I was putting in 65-80+ hours (more when traveling), which left very little time for my kids…and they weren’t going to give me a raise. FUCK THAT!
I kept telling myself that I could hold out for maternity leave, but I realized the job was making me sick. I’ve had more migraines in the last year, then I’ve had my whole life and my doctor believes the stress exacerbated the pregnancy sickness.
J and I have talked for months about our options and we decided that it was best if we go in a different direction. So now, I’m officially unemployed. Thank God.
After weeks of impatiently waiting, J and I finally know the gender of our baby. It’s a BOY! The kids are thrilled, and J and I couldn’t be happier! We’re not ready to share his name, but we can’t wait to meet Baby H this winter!