The waiting game

Well, as any of you who follow me on Twitter know, the all so stressful job hunt has begun.
Birmingham has relatively few options for a gal like myself who just couldn't stomach a nursing home, so I sent my application/resume to everyone else and was rejected quite promptly by most of them. Due to the recession, and the fact that I will be completing my Fellowship year, places just aren't interested.
I have had a few good leads. I'm still in the process of filling out my application for Children's Hospital...I'm on about page 20 now. And I had a follow up interview Friday afternoon at Easter Seals (a not-for-profit therapy and vocational rehab organization working with children through adults with special needs).
I am currently waiting on the call to see if I got the job...or not. I've had my phone glued to my side all day today (per my supervisor's permission) and have literally almost vomited any time I heard a phone ring in my proximity. I mean, I've felt the burn in my throat. Tasted it. It feels a lot like waiting on my acceptance letter into graduate school. Only bigger.
The thing is, since I really only have 2 options in this area, David and I have discussed relocating.
The longer I await the phone call, the more real this possibility becomes. On the one hand, I'm excited about the thought of moving somewhere we've never been, and experiencing that together (Tallahassee, Pensacola, and Savannah respectively-Oh, and Columbus too), but on the other hand. That means David leaving his job so I can have one. And leaving our friends. And just the plain fact of moving again, just a short 9 months after our last move. If this job doesn't work out, then I'm not entirely sure what we're going to do. Where we will end up.
So right now. We're just waiting.