This summer has just been crazy.
It all started when we decided to move.
Then I found out I was pregnant, and spent 3 months tired, queasy, and stressed over a subchorionic hemorrhage.
I have spent all summer trying to be a good mom, but not feeling successful. Tyler watches entirely too much television, and the twins are both adorable and completely destructive.
When we'd been in the house just under a month, Dan told me his boss wanted him to apply for a promotion at work, that would require we move. So I stopped trying to settle into the house until we knew anything for sure, which has left us living in an unorganized mess.
We found out last week Dan did get the promotion, and so we are now preparing for a cross country move, and trying to do it all before school starts. Next week we take off for Utah. I told Dan if he was making me move, I had to be going somewhere I have some support, because by the end of the year I will have 4 children, 3 under 3.
We also went to the doctor's on Monday, and found out we are having a boy. I will admit to crying in the office. And then spending the rest of the day feeling guilty==how could I feel sad over a healthy baby who I have been praying for for 8 years!
Perhaps the best word to describe these last 3 months is emotional. So many highs and lows. I think I have felt just about every emotion I can feel. All I can do is try my best to enjoy the ride, right?