And not just because I’m pregnant, although, frankly, that’s enough.
Or that I’m not even showing yet but feel like my stomach is sticking out a good 6 inches.
No, there’s something else wrong with me.
A few days ago I was searching online for job postings that my husband would qualify for. We both frequently do this, so that’s not what was wrong.
I came across an old posting for a job in Vancouver, B.C.
My first thought was not, “I bet it would take days to drive there from here.”
It was not, “What a pain it would be to deal with all the paperwork to live and work in Canada.”
It was also not, “I’m so glad I live in this beautiful house in Ohio within a day’s drive of both sets of grandparents.”
My very first thought was, “Ooooh, I bet Vancouver would be a really cool place to live. I wonder if this is still available?”
It’s a sickness, but I like it.