First, a picture. This is one of my favorites. Leah will be 11 months old on Wednesday.

I'm pretty sure that this has been the most difficult year of my life, so far. Gave birth to the most difficult, high-maintenance child in history, almost got a divorce, had yet another miscarriage (which is a good thing, I think), sold our house of almost 10 years, moved, and we're currently in the middle of buying this one. Sounds much easier when summed up like this.

The worst of all of the above has been the selling and buying of houses. I will never, ever, ever, never, ever do this again. I told my Realtor that if I have to move from this house for any reason, I am simply going to walk away from it and let the bank deal with it. But, we're not moving again. Ever. The experience was that bad that I'd rather screw my credit for 7 years than to put myself through that, again. Yes, seriously.

Living in a two story house for two weeks now has brought me to the (not so) startling conclusion that I am too fat and I need to lose weight. Lugging a baby up and down stairs all day long, along with myself, just sucks. Hubby and I are in a much better place than we were. He decided that he needed counseling and it's been helping for the most part. We've decided that we'll go ahead and try for one last baby. But, we're going to hang up the trying in about 8 months if it doesn't work. We're just too damned old and we don't want our toddler to have a 50 year old Daddy. That's just not for us.

The grand plan is to start my morning walks once my body recovers from the move. Maybe in a few more days? I'm going to put new batteries in the scale, once I can find it, and then suck it up and weigh myself. Then, re-focus on the health of myself and my family. We are all so incredibly sick of restaurants and fast food. We've been living off of that since about July.

My account renews next week so I will be around here for at least another year. Back to the basics, for me.