Things were better in Idaho for us as a family. We truly did actually become a family, at least I think we did, while we were there. I would like to believe that the few counseling sessions we went to were helpful, but really Casey was only able to attend one before he started working in Idaho and couldn't get the time off. Between the business, a new baby, and starting a new job, life was still hectic, but tolerable.
Crazy at it may sound, after being in Idaho for just over a year, Casey decided he didn't like it and we put our house up for sale around Thanksgiving. Within a month, we were under contract and more stress set in. Packing, and more packing, and more packing pretty much by myself since Casey still worked full time. Not only that, but I started back at Primary's since I could regain everything I had left if I went back so quickly. Between now 2 little ones, commuting again, and packing, I was back into my habit of eating and eating and eating...or so I thought it was just related to stress!
Somehow things just happened to work out. We had planned for Casey to have a week off of work in January. Well, it just so happened that is the week we needed to move out. In the middle of a HUGE snow storm, we had our moving caravan traveling back home to Utah. Unpacking in the middle of the storm back into mom and dad's was even better. I don't think we have had people move so fast in their lives. We had it all unpacked within a few hours-and believe me it was a ton of crap.
Over the next 6 weeks, things were stressful as Casey still had to commute to Idaho for the business as we hadn't sold it, the place we were renting wasn't ready so our family was crammed in with my parents, and we found out that we were miraculously expecting our 3rd child. This is when I went into another big depressed and continued my bad habit of shoveling food in my face (when I felt good enough to do it) as well as crying for 2 weeks straight (although not around Casey since I hadn't told him yet).
The business finally sold..sigh of relief. The house we were renting finally became available..phew now we have breathing room. I finally told Casey about the baby..he handled it better than me. Some relief, but I couldn't get past reality. 3 children...3...how am I going to work full time with 3 very small children?...Zoey will only be 14 months when this baby is born...what am I going to do?!! Needless to say, the bad habit continued. By now, I was a balloon-this is before the pregnancy. I was way beyond where I told myself I would EVER let me get to. It is amazing how fast it sneaks up on you...or you just ignore it!
Casey luckily got a job and then changed to another one...sigh of relief. We started more stressful things with preparing the property and eventually the construction of our house-oh the joys of building. And we welcomed Zander to the family. Although I wouldn't trade any of my children for anything, those first few months were very difficult. I didn't have time for anything. Most days I didn't even get dressed. I wouldn't have said I had postpartum depression, it was just general life depression. I am lucky that I do have a husband that helps with the kids. If he didn't, I truly don't know if I would have any marbles left, where I still do have a few.
We finally finished the house last Spring...another sigh of relief. The move was stressful, but it was the last move I ever planned to do for the rest of my life. We were finally able to clear out my parents basement and have access to all of our stuff which we hadn't in over a year. Life was busy with the 3 kids, trying to get the house together, and work between Casey and myself, but it was somehow tolerable.
As my 30th birthday creeped closer, I became more and more disgusted with myself. How could I have let myself get this far? Clothes weren't fitting at all. Even the ever forgiving scrubs were no longer forgiving and getting tight. I didn't have money for new ones, nor did I want new and bigger ones. I wanted to be thinner, I just wish you could snap your fingers and it would occur.
Crazy at it may sound, after being in Idaho for just over a year, Casey decided he didn't like it and we put our house up for sale around Thanksgiving. Within a month, we were under contract and more stress set in. Packing, and more packing, and more packing pretty much by myself since Casey still worked full time. Not only that, but I started back at Primary's since I could regain everything I had left if I went back so quickly. Between now 2 little ones, commuting again, and packing, I was back into my habit of eating and eating and eating...or so I thought it was just related to stress!
Somehow things just happened to work out. We had planned for Casey to have a week off of work in January. Well, it just so happened that is the week we needed to move out. In the middle of a HUGE snow storm, we had our moving caravan traveling back home to Utah. Unpacking in the middle of the storm back into mom and dad's was even better. I don't think we have had people move so fast in their lives. We had it all unpacked within a few hours-and believe me it was a ton of crap.
Over the next 6 weeks, things were stressful as Casey still had to commute to Idaho for the business as we hadn't sold it, the place we were renting wasn't ready so our family was crammed in with my parents, and we found out that we were miraculously expecting our 3rd child. This is when I went into another big depressed and continued my bad habit of shoveling food in my face (when I felt good enough to do it) as well as crying for 2 weeks straight (although not around Casey since I hadn't told him yet).
The business finally sold..sigh of relief. The house we were renting finally became available..phew now we have breathing room. I finally told Casey about the baby..he handled it better than me. Some relief, but I couldn't get past reality. 3 children...3...how am I going to work full time with 3 very small children?...Zoey will only be 14 months when this baby is born...what am I going to do?!! Needless to say, the bad habit continued. By now, I was a balloon-this is before the pregnancy. I was way beyond where I told myself I would EVER let me get to. It is amazing how fast it sneaks up on you...or you just ignore it!
Casey luckily got a job and then changed to another one...sigh of relief. We started more stressful things with preparing the property and eventually the construction of our house-oh the joys of building. And we welcomed Zander to the family. Although I wouldn't trade any of my children for anything, those first few months were very difficult. I didn't have time for anything. Most days I didn't even get dressed. I wouldn't have said I had postpartum depression, it was just general life depression. I am lucky that I do have a husband that helps with the kids. If he didn't, I truly don't know if I would have any marbles left, where I still do have a few.
We finally finished the house last Spring...another sigh of relief. The move was stressful, but it was the last move I ever planned to do for the rest of my life. We were finally able to clear out my parents basement and have access to all of our stuff which we hadn't in over a year. Life was busy with the 3 kids, trying to get the house together, and work between Casey and myself, but it was somehow tolerable.
As my 30th birthday creeped closer, I became more and more disgusted with myself. How could I have let myself get this far? Clothes weren't fitting at all. Even the ever forgiving scrubs were no longer forgiving and getting tight. I didn't have money for new ones, nor did I want new and bigger ones. I wanted to be thinner, I just wish you could snap your fingers and it would occur.


































