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Hello again!

So, I'm back. I made it. I'm so proud of myself.

Life is hard you guys. Good but hard. Never mind that, life is just hard but God is good.

So I have a lot of things to tell you.
First of all, look at my blog!!! Beautiful isn't it? Done by the one and only Carmina Hughes. I just want to tell everyone about it. I'm so happy! I love having a cute blog to use, I've missed this therapy.

Second, we are expecting! What? Yes. And guess what? It's a..

Due July 30th, the same due date as Owen's. Apparently November is our lucky month :) And all but Chris' birthdays are in July. 
Sarah  July 11th
Owen July 19th
Conor July 28th
Baby Girl July ?

Frequently asked questions: 
Are you scared? Out of my mind. When I first took the test, I cried. Like a big, humongous, ugly cry. I prayed and cried in gratitude and in fear. I cried for help most of all. I have days when I still do that. My hormones might have something to do with that right? I am terrified like I have never been before. I don't want to lose this one too. And then I have days where I put it in God's hands, because really, that's where is it to begin with. I think, if my part is just being responsible for getting these sacred beings bodies, I can do that and that's enough. And then I cry again.

How is it going so far? Okay. I have been sicker than ever. Lost a few pounds, but I'm not complaining about that. I am 16 weeks now but that's only three weeks off from when we lost Conor. So I am panicking. I keep thinking if I can get to 20 weeks, things will be okay. I have had six ultrasounds already between my OB and my perinatologist. They are both taking very good care of me. Next week I find out if I need the stitch or not. 

And it's a girl. I didn't know I could make those. Even though every time you get pregnant there's a 50/50 chance of having either, for some dumb reason, I am only capable of boys. And that's folks is the way my brain works. When my doctor said it was a girl, Owen said "Umm doctor, us having a boy". Very matter of fact. haha He was pretty upset but I think he is coming around to the idea. Oh and I have been feeling this very active little person for a while. She is a lot like Owen already.. I'm in trouble. 

Third, Chris is sooooo close to getting hired on SLC Fire Department. So he made 24 on a huge list over the summer and we were very proud of that. We recently got an email that said they were going to interview 21. So we may have cried. Okay, I did. Chris said "Well, I'll be #3 for next time they hire". haha But then he got another email telling him he made the 21. WHAT!? So he interviewed and they told him they are going to hire 12 out of the 21. Come to find out only 17 actually interviewed, which means his chances are crazy high! Like a 70% chance as apposed to the 3% the had with LA. So things are looking good. Real good. And who knows when we find out. 

I think that's it. There will be more life happening over here and I intend to post way to much of it. Thank you all for the love and support you given through these last few months. Love ya!


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