Being on the very borderline of OCD, I like things to be in the order I like them to be. And like babies, I love routines, dislike changes. Planning for the great migration has already introduced heaps of changes in every aspect of my life. No matter how well prepared I thought I was, there are still things that caught me in surprise.
After quitting my job, got hitched, we moved to Perth, and I started my new job. New job is a 4-days-a-week job. Sounds fantastic, but it's not a routine 9-5 Monday-Friday job. Working on shifts means the routine is not having a routine at all. Was upset initially, but workplace support was pretty good, likeable workmates, so I got used to the new routine (of not having a routine at all) pretty quickly.
Then, the husband suggested to start planning for a bub. When I say plan, there are several things to sort out beforehand - my visa, my job (yeah, maternity leave and stuffs), PAP smear, health check... Yes, I'm a paranoid freak.
After sorting out all those nonsense, we started our great masterplan.
A month later, 2 little lines confirmed our joys. And there, exciting journey begins.
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