How am I feeling? Now, or 30 seconds ago?

The last few weeks have been a flurry of emotions. Telling our friends and family about our adventure was equal parts exciting and upsetting. I've discovered that when I'm REALLY nervous, my face twitches. No, not my eye. My whole face.

Moving to the other side of the world this abruptly means that we're missing several very special weddings, the birth and first months of the child of close friends, and I'm sure countless other celebrations that have yet to be announced.  As a results, feelings, has been a popular topic of conversation  lately.

When we called our friends and family to tell them we had exciting news to share, the reactions were mixed. But for the most part, their feelings fell into one of three categories:

Friends who live in NYC: "WHAT? No. WHAT? I'm sooo excited for you!! No I'm not. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME? Okokokok. I really am excited for you. Kind of.  So, you're sure you're not pregnant?"

Friends who live outsite of NYC and who we only see a few times a year anyway: "You're joking right? Wait, you're serious? This isn't like the time Tal told us he was going to Africa and just lived in LA for 5 months? Ok, Really? I'M TOTALLY COMING TO VISIT YOU! So, you're sure you're not pregnant?"

Family: The sound of a jaw hitting a table, followed by silence. "So you're sure you're not pregnant?"

The other side of this, is that once the news sinks in, people inevitably ask how we're feeling about the move.

I don't really think I've been doing this topic justice verbally, so I've decided that the obvious, and clearest way for me to explain the current state of our emotions, is with pictures of random children (which I copied illegally from Google) as visual aids. Obviously.
  
Here's how Tal feels... All. The. Time.:

                                                        

I'm feeling a little more... how shall I put this? ...mixed.

Here's how I feel at the beginning of each day when I think about our upcoming move:

                                                    

But mid-day after I've checked and rechecked our to-do list, googled "can you buy peanut butter in India" for the millionth time and stress eaten my way through a roll of Girl Scout cookies, I start to feel like this:

                                                     

And by 3am, when I'm lying awake staring at our bedroom ceiling and wondering if my stomach was adequately empty when I took my oral Typhoid immunization pill, if I remembered to cancel all my magazine subscriptions, if I'll be able to over come my terrible motion sickness in India's notorious traffic, if I have any overdue library books laying around, and OHDEARGOD WHAT IF THEY DON'T HAVE COFFEE IN THE OFFICES IN INDIA?!? I look exactly like this:

                                               

Does that help?