Last Friday we finally accepted a decision beyond our control: we have to move to Louisiana.

Wha? Why? WHERE?

Okay, okay. Lemme e’splain. No. There is too much. Lemme sum up.

1) Part of our medical school curriculum includes a mandatory 6-week rotation in Pediatrics. As of last spring, there is no Pediatric rotation available to MUA students in Oklahoma City. This sucks.

2) MUA has a variety of clinical rotation sites across the USA. Even though it is still a 12-hour drive away, the one in southern Louisiana just happens to be the closest to where we are right now.

3) Since we are staying in OKC for at least four years, we were planning to move within the city. We would like a slightly bigger place, but definitely need to invest in a garage and (hopefully) tornado shelter. The weather here is just too insane. And packing everyone up to drive to the underground parking at the hospital becomes less and less practical with a baby.

4) Waitlists for astronomically expensive daycare facilities are ridiculous. The Downtown YMCA here told me that their infant waitlist was 2 years long. Had I known we would be staying in OKC long-term, I would have put our fetus on the waitlist almost a year ago.

1 + 2 = Us moving to Louisiana for our Pediatrics rotation. We will be down there for January and February.

3 = Us moving our current stuff into storage and moving into a new place in OKC when we return.

4 = Tiffany coming from London and my mom coming from Canada for three weeks each to watch our little man while Brandon and I get this rotation done.

Many MUA students have had to travel farther and more often to complete their required rotations. So, I guess we should consider ourselves lucky that we have to relocate for only 6 weeks and can keep our plans to move within the city without too much hassle.

Plus, how lucky are we to have not one, but two amazing women that are willing to travel to help us out?? I’m so thankful my friend Tiffany is always up for adventure. She flew all the way from London to be the MC at our wedding. Her only question about the nitty-gritty details seems to be how many diapers there will be and how dirty they might be… heh. And my mom? Well, she is incredibly blessed to have a job and a lifestyle that allows her to escape the freezing darkness of a Saskatchewan February. And I am incredibly blessed to have her as my supportive mama.

I’m a little nervous because moving irritates me beyond belief. I hate packing. I hate wrapping fragile items. I hate unwrapping broken items. I hate living among boxes. I hate postponing packing until the last minute. I hate storage. I hate putting things in a box only to realize you need to pull them out again.

I just hate moving.

But (and here comes that 180 degree vs contradiction you love so much, Kyre!), I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little excited.

And so, we are moving to the heart of Swampland Bayou Cajun Creole Country.

Now we just have to figure out how to get Mrs. (plan-everything-ahead) Type A and Mr. (does-better-under-pressure) Procrastination personalities to agree on how to make it all happen. This could be the best test of our marriage yet! : )