For those of you who don’t already know, I am expecting again. I’m almost 16 weeks along and I’m due in December. I’m due on Christmas Day actually, but I’m pretty much in denial about the possibility of a Christmas baby. Now, normally a pregnancy announcement would warrant it’s own post right? Right. BUT, just when I was getting ready to write that post I got laid off. That wasn’t lots of fun. There have been more than 3,000 employees laid off since the beginning of the year though, so I suppose I’m in good company.
Since the plan had been for me to work until Brian finishes school and he still has another two years (ish), me being without a job sort of put a kink in things. We decided our best course of action is to sell the house and move home to Colorado. (I’m sure I’ll be doing a whole post on this later.) Before we could start moving in that direction though, my whole family came to visit. The trip had been planned for awhile and no sense canceling especially since now I didn’t have to worry about work at all. (HA.) So for the last two weeks I’ve been processing the fact that I am now pregnant and without income.
And then yesterday? The dogs got out. The door got left open and they decided to go for a run. Brian and I weren’t home when it happened and even though my mom and sisters went looking for them they were nowhere to be found. Brian went out after we got back and after much walking around and calling and whistling to them Onyx managed to follow him home. But not Brenna. We went out a few more times with no luck. This morning we called animal control thinking maybe they picked her up and that’s why she didn’t make it home. They did pick her up. She died shortly after they made it to the shelter. More than likely she got hit by a car and died of some sort of internal injuries. Brenna and Onyx are the first dogs I’ve ever had. This has been hard.
So: pregnant, laid off, selling the house, moving back to Colorado, and losing one of our sweet girls. It’s been an emotionally exhausting two weeks.