Honestly, I'm not sure there is a point...

Oh hi. It's 2012, you say? And my last entry here was in 2009? Yes, well, about that. The thing is in order to have a blog, you need to write it. And that is where I have gotten tripped up. The writing it part. So here I am. Trying again. I make no promises. I might post a few times and then disappear for another few years. I might not. Let's get down to business, shall we? Since I last posted, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy, Mister J. Six months after his arrival, I got pregnant again. I required progesterone again, narrowly escaping another miscarriage. Apparently, progesterone deficient is just how I roll. In any case, sixteen months after Mister J came my darling girl, Little E. Then my husband got laid off, then he got orders from Uncle Sam and moved four hours away. Little E was one month old when we started seeing Daddy only on the weekends. It has been a tough year, but in today's world, we are lucky. A steady income and health insurance are not taken for granted around here. Now his year is up and he has found a civilian job...13 hours away. In very short order, we found renters for our home, packed up, moved in with family, and found a place to rent in our new home state. Now we just sit tight for six weeks, waiting for the job to start and our new house to be available. Essentially, we are homeless. Technically, we own one home, we have the rights to another and have our stuff in a third. But, in our hearts? We don't have one solid place to plant our feet or rest our heads.