That winter was filled with activities that normal 4 person families do. A few sicknesses, a trip to Florida and Disney World then we were headed into spring.
Around March my husband began his seasonal work doing the irrigation thing. One morning I woke up to pack his lunch, which is not something I did all the time. I was probably just feeling extra generous. I opened the lunch meat bag and I started gagging. "Oh no, this is NOT good", I thought. There was only one reason I would gag from the smell of perfectly good lunch meat. I took a test and it was positive. Baby number 3 would be here that December. I cried for 2 days, which seems silly now, but at the time I thought it was perfectly acceptable. I didn't think I was capable to taking care of 3 humans at once to be quite honest! That December our son, CJ, was born. I was in love my little man.
Fast forward about 13 months later. Similar situation, except this time I opened up a bag of frozen chicken. I took a test and the all to familiar double line appeared. Instead of crying this time I actually laughed. My God has a sense of humor. I'm probably the last person on Earth that should be taking care of 4 children, but alas, my son HK came into the world. Again, it was love at first sight. His birth was quite traumatic (maybe I'll blog about that someday) and I was told not to have anymore children. So there I was, 27 years old with 4 children under the age of six.
The next few months were a haze of exhaustion, but the fog eventually lifted. We rearranged the house to fit the six of us and prepared for another gardening season.
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