Primarily written by Adrienne, a homeschooling mother of seven, ages 10 and under. She chronicles life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as she raises a larger-than-most sized family and tries to figure out what she's doing day by day.
With occasional posts, Alexandra, Adrienne's older sister, writes of her ranch life in Nevada and raising four sons, ages 5 and under. Life is never dull and her boys have given her some pretty awesome stories to tell.
Stick around awhile, and you're sure to laugh, nod, smile, be encouraged, and see what life is like with a big (little) family.
The story of us. Part 3.
Read part one here.
Read part two here.
Finally, my shell-shocked brand-new husband came around. And then… he jumped into action. We had to leave New Jersey. We had to move to a cheaper area. He called his brother in law from South Dakota and asked for a job with his construction company.
Early December, we packed everything we owned into my little Ford Escort and my father-in-law’s Ford full size van (not all so different from my current family van) and headed west. We didn't own much, but we had what we needed. We arrive in Belle Fourche, South Dakota a few days later and moved into an apartment picked out by Blaine’s sister. Rent was 1/3 of what we’d paid for the house in New Jersey.
We settled into life there. South Dakota is my home, and despite being 6 hours away from my parents, it was still home. We found a church, a doctor, and had almost instant friends. I couldn't find a job in my pregnant state, but I started working a bit for my brother-in-law in his construction office.
I proceeded to have my worst pregnancy ever. I vomited 5-10 times a day for 7 months. My feet swelled. My hands swelled. By 30 weeks, I couldn't wear my wedding band. I was miserable. Our new marriage was off to a rocky start. I was less than agreeable and I didn't like my husband very much.