I just went to the bathroom to check again; yep, just like I remembered. My areolas are bigger, and they seem darker. Plus, there are more veins than before, and they're undeniably visible. My nipples are also tingling a bit.

Stasi, of covet what was mine, claims to be almost more excited about this than I am. Well, Stasi, better get cracking, because today my obsession has jumped to a new level.

The library is hosting a retirement party for our assistant director/Tech Lady. Well, she's not retiring exactly; she found a much better job and is leaving us. She's a real nice gal, and we'll miss her tons.

Unfortunately, I don't get to just show up and wish her well. At the last staff meeting, my supervisor "volunteered" me to be on the social committee. I accepted, thinking it was just for the month; turns out it's a year-long commitment. Not only that, but it was only the day after that Tech Lady announced that she was leaving. Birthday parties, I can handle. A bon voyage fete for the assistant director? I'm out of my league.

Luckily, I was able to scramble out of this with simply making the invitations and placemats, collecting the money, and getting the drinks. But those placemats look just dandy, if I do say so myself.

Gosh, I haven't planned a "party" since my wedding, but that was different. People don't really believe me when I say we never really got stressed until the weekend of the wedding itself, when all of my family showed up. Ironically, I was worse off when everybody was there and trying to help me! I think I was doing better when it was all in my hands; at least I knew where everything was at any given time.

Incidentally, it was during our wedding planning that I really came to see what a catch I had in my new husband. He was right there with me, planning every step of the way. It was he who made the arrangements to register for wedding gifts (a formal but necessary step when a sizeable portion of the guests see the couple once a year, if that), and he who argued and bargained with the caterer. Heck, it was he who helped select the wedding dress!

I called Eric a bit ago to hear what there was to hear about the new job. Apparently, all the necessary signatures have been acquired, but an official offer has not been made. Eric spoke with the plant manager for the new facility, though, and he was told what to expect in the way of a salary offer. It was not what we expected; it falls below by several thousand dollars. Eric wanted to know what I thought he should do if this information is correct.

Mind you, it would still be a jump over what he's currently making. The problem is, the new position will most likely require quite a bit more work than his current one, and will require him to be on call should anything go wrong with the computer systems. For that kind of labor, Eric wants more compensation. At the same time, the work will be more enjoyable, so he's reluctant to turn them down.

I told him I'd pray that the offer was higher and his decision thus more easily made. He said he just wanted to know whether I was behind him. Was there ever any doubt?

It would be wonderful if he got an offer today, so that we could celebrate over the weekend. It would be doubly wonderful if I could get a positive pregnancy test over the weekend, to add to the celebrations. It would also work out if he didn't get his offer until Monday, following the positive test, so that he could use it as leverage: "Well, I really anticipated a higher offer; plus my wife just found out she's pregnant, and the extra money would really help."

Any time the offer comes will be wonderful. Eric will be bursting at the seams with pride. I want my own good news! I'm tired of waiting!