I thought last February was the worst month, at least while it was happening, but it’s pretty tough to say that now.
Deanna had broken her knee. She couldn’t drive, so I was giving her a ride to and from work before driving the opposite direction to my office. 🛣 It was about three hours of driving every day in total.
To make matters worse, we figured we’d buy a house but nothing really worked out. We already gave our old apartment complex the 60-day notice that we were leaving, but we had nowhere lined up. ⛺️ We were rushing to open houses on crutches while also looking at emergency rentals just-in-case. 📦 And packing.
We found a place, but moving twice in a month, packing, and taking care of Deanna was HECTIC. 📦📦📦 We also found a stray dog that we came super close to adopting, but that’s a whole notha thing.
When we finally moved out of our Point Loma apartment, it felt like the biggest relief. Like, I remember the sun shining that day while I hauled one last load into the truck feeling so glad that the month was finally finished.
A week later, we’d discover that we also managed to make a baby that month.
They say that if you’re trying you should try to limit your stress. But hey, if this is our kid, he’ll find his own way to do things.