Fearing the brown stuff — more from week 11

I think it's time to share a little photo of the breadcrumb. Here "she" is, with her totally normal NT and non-recessed chin (that we know so far). How much I worry over this little one.

I had no pain following my CVS, but my worrywart husband insisted I rest the entire day and the entire following day. He walked in from work as I was changing the sheets on the bed and said, “Why are you standing up?”
I love him.
The rest of the week went well. I worked Friday with no problems, but noticed brown spotting on Friday evening. It was the same Saturday and Sunday, prompting a fairly crazy freak out in our household.
We were absolutely stricken by fear. The good news is that the brown has stopped, though my husband now knows WAY more than any man should EVER know about cervical mucus. Oh well.
We are still waiting for any, Any, ANY genetic test results. We still have not gotten our initial trisomy report, though because everything went to Baylor, it might just all come in one report. Here’s to hoping no news is good news.
In events completely unrelated to pregnancy and mucus, I have a new job. What?! Yes.
I have been t a job I love for nine years. In that nine years I have never received a cost of living increase or raise. My healthcare costs have doubled and we are furloughed 25 days of the year. That equals roughly 10 percent of my income.
The good news is that my husband makes enough money that my paycheck, while necessary for household operations, doesn’t have to bring in very much. But looking around a business and knowing that I am here because I have (often narrowly) escaped layoff several times is not comforting.
While at a wedding several weeks ago, I met the employees of a national retailer. They encouraged me to apply for the job, and I did. Now, I wouldn’t have normally even applied: I love my job, I am content.
But my grandmother always did say that there is no greater sin than a wasted opportunity, so I sent in some of my work samples. They loved it. I coasted through the interview process and got the job.
Leaving my old job won’t be easy, but after two dead babies, a dead grandma and more therapy than I’d like to admit, I think it’s time for some internal and external changes in my life. I’m hoping that this job will give me a new perspective on who I really am and who I can be.

Onward and upward (hopefully).