Mack Truck

I wrote, and posted this last week. I had it up for a whole of 20 minutes. Maybe. One person read it, Ophie's mom, and sent me a text, which caused me to freak out, so I took it down. I've told some of the people who need to know, so here it goes...

I was so 100% sure that I would miss riding when I was pregnant that I expected to spend most of it in a horse deprived depression. Not so. It's hard to miss doing something when your back hurts so bad, you can barely get out of bed. I feel like I got hit by a Mack Truck, or better yet, came off of a certain Thoroughbred.

I am still enjoying playing with the ponies who come into the non-profit that I am on the board of directors for. It always amazes me A. How anyone could POSSIBLY ever allow their horse to get into that kind of situation, and B. Watching the light come back into their eyes as they gradually realize that they are safe and will be taken care of. It's a great thing. It's a great organization.

No new news on Denali. Her new owner is a great guy, and she's a lucky horse. I'm very happy that she found him, but I do still miss her. With 10 weeks or so go to before baby is here, I am grateful that everything has worked out the way that it has. I couldn't imagine paying board and paying for baby. I will have another horse someday. I enjoy playing around looking at ones that come up for sale (either friends selling, or dreamhorse) but I am not having a hard time waiting.

All of Denali's tack is currently sitting in the baby room. I stare at it daily and know I "should" sell some of it, but can't bring myself to do that yet. I have decided to sell my saddle (that I bought the day before I found out I was pregnant.) I don't want it sitting around for who knows how long. It fits "okay" but when I get another saddle, I'm just getting custom. My legs are so fricking long that nothing fits right (jeans or otherwise.)

Now for the part that caused the freak out:

We have some other news, but I have to keep a lid on it for a little bit yet. Only our close family knows (well most of them) but I can't say anything publicly for a few more months. SO, if you are my FB friend, PLEASE don't post anything. I am not ready to deal with the work fall out.  My husband has been offered a once in a lifetime opportunity job wise and so he has accepted it. Positive is that I am going to get to be a stay at home mom (for a year at least, I know I'm going to go nuts.) Negative, we have to leave Seattle. I love it here so much, and know I'm going to be super depressed when we go.

Where are we moving you ask? BFE (if you know that term) AKA: Alaska. I swore up and down our entire marriage that I would NEVER EVER move there EVER, but with a baby on the way and the opportunity for him to have an amazing job and I get to stay home, it's hard to pass that up. Living in AK will limit my horse access/ownership even more, but heck, maybe I'll get a sled dog team.... I have spent the past week and a half on such a roller coaster of emotions. Part of it I'll blame on pregnancy hormones, part of it on work stress, and part of it (most of it) on trying to figure out how to move to Alaska (it's not cheap.) Joy. We're going to start a blog to cronicle our adventures in Alaska, but I think it's going to go something like this, "Day 58: Dark and Cold."  "Day 59: Dark and Cold." etc. Heck, at least now the sun is rising before 10am.