So after some self healing and emotional repair…our marriage was, for the most part, back on track. The children were growing, I reopened my own business in our new city, as did my husband, and we bought a house. After living in a trailer for 10 years, a brand new spanking house was amazing. We drove straight from the hospital after having our third child (our first boy) to our new house. Things were good. Not 100% secure but definitely back on track. So a year or so later, when my oldest said that since her and her sister always fight over who gets to dance with their brother that they clearly need another sibling. So of course what we did as any other crazy parents would do was had another.  Baby number four!