Did anyone get the number of the truck that hit me?

The DeLorian was set for today's date all those years ago! Hard to believe... I could not even FATHOM 2010.










My grandpa Hart used to say that when he was feeling awful or just beaten-down. I am kind of feeling that way now.

Matt is jobless again and I do not start my job until the end of August. When is this going to end? Clearly, working for someone is not working for Matt. We have to figure out something else for him to be doing in which he is working for himself (and me).

The interesting thing was that I found out about Matt loosing his job about 5 minutes after I talked to Joel in Hawaii- he told me Krissy was going in for her second emergency cesarian to deliver Madison (at 25 weeks). You can imagine, that was all sorts of overwhelming. I had tears in my eyes already when I came home and Valerie "told" on Matt for being home an hour earlier than normal. Actually, Matt did not tell me he was fired, I guessed and he just nodded. Anyway.

Hearing about Madison made that situation seem less overwhelming that it would have otherwise. In addition, we had Jennifer and Taylor on the way from North Carolina, so I was busy preparing for them too.

Two Mondays ago, the funniest thing happened. I realized I was 3 days late menstrually, so I remembered the pregnancy test under the sink. I did the urine test, washed up and started dinner, meaning to check it after 3 minutes. I totally forgot.

Later that night, Matt was giving Asher a bath when I heard, "Honey... how old is this?" He held up a positive test. He knew first! How funny is that!? I was like "oh crap!" and that is how I felt for about a week, then I started relaxing and getting excited. Particularly when the morning/noon/night nausea hit. I was really anxious until that point. Once I felt like crap as I normally do, I thought I was safe.

Sunday, however, we were outside with Asher and Taylor and I felt the forboding pressure and a release- I hurried inside- sure enough. Another miscarriage. This is number 6 for Matt and I. I never would have guessed that infertility would be my future after having noooooooo problem at all conceiving Valerie. It is interesting for sure.

One good thing (the only good thing?) to come from this is that I do know I would like to try for one more. Again though, I have always felt I should not try after age 35, so I just have a few months due to my job. I will be 34 next month.

We had a lovely time with Jenn and Taylor, their presence certainly has helped us deal with this crazy series of events much better than we would have otherwise.