This has been a crazy couple of years.
September 2017 my wife suffered a miscarriage with her first pregnancy after about 2 months. 6 months and quite a bit of R&R, including trips to Niagara Falls for our 10th anniversary, Savannah Georgia (just to eat for a week honestly!) and Houston to see her favorite band, we learned she was pregnant again. Since we found out in March, the rest of my year has been spent obsessing over making sure she is completely well every day and supporting her because I honestly could not bear the thought of her living through that again.
All this time we have also been planning on her staying home and not having a paying job at least for a few years, so I worked on my "side" business basically every free moment we didn't spend with each other to build up my sales and inventory so I could supplement us. This part has worked great, and will be a nice additional income stream.
We will be headed to the hospital at midnight tomorrow night to have the baby on Wednesday sometime, unless Monroe decides to come before, and we will bring her home hopefully this weekend.
I had no idea I would be near this point at the age of 41, but here goes the neighborhood.
