2015 was one of those years. Nothing was going the way I'd imagined. I turned 30 with very little fanfare on a Tuesday, at home, 7 months pregnant eating cupcakes I made myself. Sophia went a full week past her due date. When she did finally come, it was the one night we didn't have anyone to watch the kids. The labor was so fast, Darren wasn't able to get there in time. After she was born, I had the usual postpartum emotional issues combined with the additional baggage of knowing she is, in all likelihood, going to be my last baby. The bright spot on the horizon, spring 2015 was to be the time we finally tied up our to-do list and started looking for our dream home. Then Darren received his lay-off notice. Fortunately he was in maintenance and continued working longer than the guys on the operation side. Eventually, though, his turn came. He applied, and was interviewed, for a job he was really excited about and was turned down. It was a pretty big blow for him, but, sh...