A Long Time Coming.

It has been almost three weeks since my last post, I sincerely apologize for my laziness. My goal is to write at least twice a week (let's see how that goes!). I have been having a difficult month and not really acknowledging it, but rather being overtaken by the emotions of it. My anger was extremely overbearing the last three weeks with a little depression added in for flavor. I'm sure many of you probably noticed it in my posts thus far, they aren't the most uplifting. Friday, my therapist told me, "Stacy, you are suffering. I can see you are really suffering. What else has to go wrong for you to change?" I told her maybe the house collapsing, but then took that back because I would take that as a good thing (hahaha, but true). I didn't know. I got home, worked out and then the irony hit. DH got off of worked and came home to tell me he lost his job. We had until the end of May. This came as a shock to both of us because it wasn't what we were being told would happen by his superiors, in fact it was never even seen as an option by them. So we have a house, bills, animals, baby, cancer-ridden FIL and soon to have no income or health care. Yikes. That was what else had to go wrong. We researched how to get health care for me, food stamps, WIC, etc so that we could at least afford the pregnancy. I called doctor's offices and labs to find out how much things cost without insurance. We both started applying to jobs. Then Chris got a 6 week extension, so now we have until July 12th. Not perfect, but much better. We have time to save a few dollars, get through Magoo's anatomy scan and find jobs that will line up with when we need the money. Still stressful, but the bomb isn't ticking yet. I guess this isn't a post just about Magoo (who as far as we know is doing swimmingly in my uterus), but to keep your fingers crossed and your prayers open that we will piece this together. Perhaps for the first time in three years, DH and I can have a piece of stability.