I'm back

I can't believe how fast time flies when you're doing absolutely nothing at all.  Here is the short version of the last year. The beginning of last year, Adam and I decided that we were done having kids. Almost 2 years before this decision was made we felt like we needed to stop preventing a baby from being made (didn't really feel like we would have another baby, but that we needed to "try"). During that time I had 2 miscarriages.  I had never had a problem getting pregnant before and started to think maybe I felt like we needed to try so that we could find out that there was something wrong with me.  Nothing ever was. After miscarrying I dreaded "that time of the month" every month. My periods were kind of all over the place and I old get nervous every month that I was going to be pregnant and the have another miscarriage.  If you've never been there, count your blessings. It is stressful and kind of depressing.

Anyway, after all that, early last year, I decided to get serious about losing weight and liking the way I looked, so after exploring my options decided to do isagenix. About this same time we decided to do something permanant so we wouldn't have any more kids.  I started doing isagenix and Adam scheduled his vasectomy.  Life was all the sudden a lot less stressful. No more middle of the night feedings, only one more kid to potty train, no more sippy cups or cribs.  (It's kind of amazing how fast your thoughts change when you know you're done having babies). Adam had his surgery in march and I was down about 20 pounds and thought I might buy a new swimming suit for the summer, something I haven't done since before I had Corbin. After a while, I realized I hadn't had a period.  I decided it was because I was eating different And had lost a fair amount of weight in a short amount of time, but decided I better make sure I wasn't pregnant since I wasn't eating a very fetus friendly diet.  I was shocked when the test was positive. I took a few test to make sure.  I couldn't believe that I was really pregnant.  I blame Adam. (The night before the vasectomy, Adam told Heavenly Father he was willing for one more night and if we were supposed to have another baby it was the last chance).
So we did the math and decided this baby was meant to be (Heavenly Father usually gets His way, we don't always like it but I have learned that the quicker we are to put our will in line with His the happier we will be) and the icing on the cake was finding out this sweet baby was due on Christmas.  We changed the way we thought again.  It changed to awe, crap now we need the crib that the kids broke and we shouldn't have thrown away all the sippy cups and we love getting up in the middle of the night all night long to snuggle a fussy baby, and we moved forward.
Not to long after finding out I was pregnant my fibromyalgia went crazy.  My hands wouldn't work, I could hardly walk, I was so tired I couldn't function.  I felt like I did when I came home from my mission to find out that I had fibromyalgia, maybe worse.  And it never got better.  It got to the point that I was going to the neighbors to have them open cans for me or having them come over to help me cut things so I could try no make dinner,  I couldn't drive unless I used my elbows to steer the car, some days I couldn't get myself dressed of fix my hair or put makeup on. I was this helpless, pathetic person trying to take care of 4 other little people.  I didn't know what to do.
Well, Heavenly Father knows better than we do and He loves to bless his children and He made it impossible for us to move so that we would be in this ward while I was pregnant.  I couldn't believe how many people that were more than willing to help with everything.  Dinners, cleaning, babysitting, grocery shopping, rides to the doctor, taking my kids while I'd go get my labor stopped, so many tender mercies from The Lord.
I also learned how true it is that we will never be given more than we can handle.  When it seemed like I couldn't take one more thing, one more thing would usually happen or go wrong, but one thing would also work itself out or it would be the day that 3 or 4 people would call and offer to bring dinner or help with the kids or bring my favorite treat over.  He kind of balanced out the bad if that makes  sense.
With all this going on, all this new pregnant stuff, I would have put money (and a lot of it) on this baby being a girl.  I had never experienced anything like this with any of my other pregnancies.