August 13th, 2008: first serious conversation with Hubs as a single man. We’d met and spoken a few weeks before, but on this day he excitedly announced his divorced was finalized and that he was an otherwise single man. Available for the taking.

He was quite camera shy when we met lol. Got over that pretty quick being with me lol

October 11th, 2009: Hubs moved into my house. He had his own room, and reapectfully stayed there, but this was when we stopped dating other people and focused on building a relationship together.
White River Canal in downtown Indy. One of our favorite date night spots, until it turned into a gangland execution site anyway.

He invited me to dinner at his mom’s house between the holidays. It was the first time I’d officially been introduced to her and his step dad. It went well, none of the awkward awfulnesI felt like I belonged there.
February 2010: Our first kiss, and our first night spent together happened here. The dates are lost because we were barely scraping by financially and living in the house without electricity or heat for most of the month. We also didn’t have phones, and no way to keep track of dates aside from days of the week unless we happened to ask someone or check. It was one of the coldest Februaries for central Indiana (a perfect excuse to snuggle 😜) 

We made our relationship official in March (we also eventually got married in March) 

July 4th, 2010: Hubs meets my family for the first time after we’ve become an official couple. He’d met them a few times before, but this was the time that mattered.

August 14th, 2010: The first time I met Hubs’ dad and step mom. Ironically at their wedding. Didn’t get to talk to them much, but I did get to meet them and their entire side of the family. Slightly more awkward that meeting mom, but still not as awkward as anything else.

October 2010: House went into foreclosure and we moved in with my parents, to help care for my ailing grandfather until we could find employment to get our own place back in Indiana.

November 2010: Lost my grandfather, Hubs was very supportive and got to meet the rest of my mom’s side of the family. 

December 2010: Residue from an incomplete miscarriage and hormonal imbalance caused me to have massive menstrual hemorrhaging, dropping my blood count dangerously low. We were visiting Indiana for the holidays and when I nearly passed out in the car on the way home Hubs rushed me to the nearest hospital and dutifully remained by my side for three days until we got everything sorted out. (Also when I met the most amazing OB who would later deliver our kids)

February 11th, 2011: Hubs’ “proposal”. He had returned to Indiana to pursue a job opportunity so we were on the phone and he said: “So, my Grandma wants to know when we’re getting married.” My reply: “Tell her October.” His response: “October it is.” Hubs is lacking in the romantic department a bit, but it’s still a cute story that I can actually share with my kids down the road. 

March 23rd, 2011: Our anniversary! We went to the courthouse, which only issues marriage licenses on Wednesdays, the first available Wednesday we had after I returned to Indiana. It fell on a date that had past significance to me, but in the interest of moving on and not allowing the past to interfere with my present, we went with it. Hubs was aware and on board. For the record I regret that decision now, but not enough to do anything about it. Our original October plan was scrapped after an argument with his sister. The date I wanted, my grandfathers birthday, happened to be her anniversary and she had a weird thing about us sharing the month. 

May/June 2011: Moved into our first apartment all our own. The smallest one bedroom apartment, in the shadiest of complexes. Lol.

October 8th, 2011: Our wedding ceremony! Yes, we had a ceremony after the fact. I was content with the court house, but family pitched a fit. So we had a ceremony with the dress, and the cake, and all the formalities. Plus I got to have my fall “wedding” in spite of the previous disagreement with Hubs’ sister.

November 11th, 2011: When we decided to start thinking about beginning our family. Since I’d had trouble in the past and I had been on birth control to fix my hemorrhaging this was the first step in our family planning. We didn’t expect to conceive almost immediately, but…

December 14th, 2011: conceived our first kiddo. First try, not entirely prepared for the outcome. It was one of those times where I looked at Hubs and said: “Did you forget I stopped taking my birth control or…?” He panicked a bit at first because he did forget I stopped taking it, but wasn’t totally against the possibility of having a kid. Lol. All the awkward intimate moments with Hubs. It worked out for the best.

January 25th, 2012: Met our Little for the very first time via ultrasound after two negative home pregnancy tests and some light spotting. Home pregnancy tests were the bane of my existence trying to have kids. They were negative when I was pregnant with Little, but positive three other times that ended in miscarriage. The Twins were the only pregnancy to survive a positive home pregnancy test. 

April 10th, 2012: It’s a girl!! Got to see Little and after three tries figure out her gender on ultrasounds. Pregnancy was going great. 

September 13th, 2012: Welcomed my Lucky 13 into the world, with the easiest and quickest of first time labors. Five hours from triage to baby girl. 

2013 is ugly. Lol. I started my therapy and recovery so Hubs and I hit a bit of a rough patch, we tried and failed to conceive another kid, struggled to get our finances adjusted to the new budget, struggled to balance parenting responsibilities, and we really didn’t like each other too much at all.

2014 continued our struggles to work things out with couples therapy, and even a brief separation in the fall. A lot of things happened in the fall of 2014. Little had her first seizure, I realized how unhealthy it was to visit my parents for any length of extended time, and after a year plus of trying with no success, we did finally conceive again. Another “oops” conception as we still weren’t sure what we wanted to do with our marriage. It ended in miscarriage the following January.

2015 is when everything started turning around. Dealing with the pregnancy loss gave Hubs the realization that he did actually want another kid, and he did want to make our marriage work, and he did love being a dad and then it all clicked. We conceived the Twins on our anniversary (that’s what we get for a night alone with enough time for two rounds lol) and that brings us to 2016 and all of our current housing/distance struggles.