In the hopeful days, when Hubby was applying for job after job and awaiting deadline after deadline, I used to come home from work and ask him the same question. After months and months of nothing, I eventually stopped asking because the answer was never good.
This afternoon, when I came home, Hubby asked, “What was that question you used to ask me?”
Me: Was today the day?
Hubby: Yes! I have an interview!!
And not just any interview. It’s for a post-doc at an Ivy League university, which could be not only a decent start, but a major boost to his career. And on top of that, it’s in a state that mandates insurance coverage for fertility treatment, which could be huge for us. He’s waiting for an email reply to schedule the interview for sometime Thursday or Friday.
I know it’s just one interview, and nowhere near the final step in what could be an arduous process, but it’s the best news we’ve had in a long, long time. All positive thoughts and vibes headed our direction are greatly appreciated!
In other news, we have an appointment with Dr. C on Wednesday to discuss what (if anything) went wrong this cycle and how we can (hopefully) fix it for next time. Whenever that might be.