Hubby and I had a good talk last night about what our other options might be. In the past, we’d discussed the possibility of moving to a state that mandates coverage for IVF, even if that meant he’d have to start applying for jobs outside his desired field. His field obviously isn’t paying off so far, so it couldn’t hurt to chart a new course. It’s been almost four years of searching, applying, and getting nothing but rejection letters in return. It might be time for a change.
It must be hard on him, though. I know he has a vision for what his future and his career should look like, and the thought of screwing with all of that has to be scary. The fact that he’s willing to make this sacrifice for me and for our future family tells me where his priorities are, and I love him beyond words for putting a chance at growing our family ahead of his career. Still, it feels like a lot to ask. I’m torn.
If we move to his home country, as terrifying as it is for me, we’ll at least have a support system there, and he thinks that once he’s got a foot in the door, getting a job that will set him out on the right career path will be…not easy, but doable. And even if he starts applying for jobs in other fields, that’s not a guarantee he’ll actually get one.
It stresses me out to think about all of this. I’ve got to get myself moving and out of my own head.