NEJ print by Erin that now hangs in my new room!
The very next day after completing the most stressful experience of my life (the play), I received a phone call. A phone call I've been waiting on for 2 years. The principal at Northeast Jones High School called to say he had an opening in English. They have not hired anyone in English in 4 years, so it was a complete fluke. I even waited an additional year after completing my license just in case someone might retire (I could've started teaching last school year, but I stayed at home with MC for 1 more year because I just KNEW something would open up..... but it didn't).
I have LOVED my drama kids, and I am absolutely devastated to leave them, but I know this is what God wants for my life. MaryCollis (and soon Penn) goes to school out that way, my mom teaches there, and my entire family lives out there which makes it much easier when there's an emergency. I had to think very long and hard about my options, and I didn't have much time. I got the call on Monday, had a meeting on Tuesday, and signed the papers on Wednesday.
I'll be teaching 7th grade Language Arts, which is a tested area.... So I have pretty much spent Christmas break in a state of anxiety. I've had to move my classroom from one side of the county to the other and create new lesson plans, but I've had lots of help from family and my new coworkers. I'm hoping that much like the play this will be a stressful albeit rewarding time.
My new boss invited me to the annual Christmas party, so a couple of weeks ago I squeezed into a dress and went to meet all my new coworkers. Everyone was really nice, and it eased my anxiety about moving to a new place. Later that week I had my first team meeting with the other two 7th grade LA teachers, and I felt immediate relief upon meeting them. They are both so sweet and accommodating.
We had a very productive meeting, and when I arrived to my new classroom the next day there were stacks and stacks of copies on the desk. Karen had made every single copy that I will need for the first week, and I was so overwhelmed that I started to cry right there in an empty classroom all by myself. These ladies don't have to help me at all, but they certainly don't have to go above and beyond like they have. I'm so grateful for them and everyone else who has made this transition such a smooth one.
Mom, Barbara and I went back today to finish decorating, and I think it looks pretty good!
In pregnancy news, I am now 33 weeks along. The other day Mom and Barbara were talking and they mentioned that they thought this pregnancy might last forever... since we didn't find out I was pregnant with MC until 14 weeks and we found out at 4 weeks with this one. "But it has really just flown by!" they said. "For who?" I replied. Because by my calculation I have been pregnant since June, a solid 7.5 months, and that is a very, VERY long time to do without full-strength coffee and red wine.
I am now also doing without good sleep, which is something I should get used to I suppose. It's hard to believe that my body can stretch for 7 more weeks... ooooh, but it can. This is when you go from a baby "bump" to looking like a full size blimp. I'm going to try really hard to wait as long as I can for this baby. I had a very pleasant experience with inducing last time, but I think I just want that "Oh my gosh, it's happening!" experience. Why? Who knows. Give me about 4 more weeks, and I'll probably be begging Dr. Weber to schedule an induction.
I believe it was about 36 weeks last time when I thought I can't take this anymore! I thoroughly enjoy being pregnant, and babies are much easier to take care of on the inside than on the outside, but I am ready to sleep on my stomach again and carry MaryCollis up the stairs without having to stop for breaks. Things I'm not ready for? Projectile vomit, 10 diapers a day, formula and diaper costs, bottles taking over the kitchen, and waking up 2-3 times per night. Yikes.
Speaking of MaryCollis, she has said some really funny things lately. When she's doing her "up it high, touch ya toes, now clap it hands" routine, she will say "TOUCH YOUR BROTHER!!" I've told her that's where brother is, so now instead of saying tummy she says brother. I don't even try to correct her... it's too dadgum cute. Also, we were eating at Charlie's Catfish the other night and a huge 350-pound black man walked in wearing a giant belt buckle and an oversized hat and she shouted, "Look, Mama! It's a cowboy!" Chad and I almost never stopped laughing.
We went to Mobile to see my Dad's side of the family yesterday, and she was pretty good for not having a nap. She sang "Jingle Bells" about a million times, carried Lydia's rubix cube everywhere she went, made Lamby talk on the phone and fell in love with the Little People nativity set Aunt Amy gave her.