My Normal Life?...

I was forced to take a break from my blog and lets face it life all together because I found out I was pregnant an had ovarian cyst.  The cyst were very painful and being pregnant on top of that pain made it almost impossible to do very much in my life.  All my energy went into taking care of myself and my basic needs.  What energy I had left went to helping my daughter Emily and taking care of her.  At one point I could not even take care of myself let alone my 3 year old so I went to die on my in-laws couch, at least that is what it felt like. 

Eventually I came off of the heavy narcotics that I was taking and could return home.  For about half a week I really thought I would make it.  My family came out to visit me and that was very nice, but still hopped up on so many drugs I was very limited as to what I could do.  On top of all of this the doctor kept telling me that I would most likely lose the baby I was carrying. 

While my mom was visiting me she had a opportunity to get a great job in Maine, while she was busy interviewing and applying for this opportunity.  It was exciting times for our family.  I enjoyed having my family and especially my mother at my side to take care of me and comfort me in this time of need.  I told my husband that I would love to live closer to my family I need them at this time in my life.  After they left and went home my husband and I prayed about it and felt that we needed to move to Maine. 

A few weeks after she returned home, back to Georgia my mother had gotten the job in Maine.  And I wanted to be close to them so I could have their support during this trying time in my life.  Ryan, my husband, went to his supervisor and asked if there was any way we could move to Maine and he could continue to work for his company.  They came back and suggested Washington DC, I said No that I wanted to live in Maine by my parents.  They came back and said how about Hartford, CT.  I prayed about it and by lunch time that day I told my husband that Hartford, CT would work just fine.  After all it was only about 5 hours to my where my parents were going to be living in Maine and about 5 hours to where Heather, my sister,  lives in Pennsylvania. 

That one decision started a whirl-wind of stuff happening so fast I could barely keep up.

To Be Continued...