Well, it finally happened. We moved to San Jose. This past week was busy busy busy unloading all of the boxes, but we are finally all settled and I don’t see any boxes in sight! (Okay. Just the one in the corner of our office, but give us a break, okay?)

It’s been a good move, and has given me time to clear my mind a bit. I love being in a house. We have space (i.e. a garage and a backyard and an extra bedroom) I never dreamed we’d have. Jack is able to play in his room (door open, of course) and wander our house freely without me. He’s slowly, slowly becoming more independent, but throughout all of this it’s nice to know he still loves his mama. When he’s awake he loves to be close to me.

I’ve already had so many blessings come into my life this past week. Yesterday my Aunt Lori, my cousin Hannah, and my Grandma drove two-and-a-half hours each way just to come see me for four hours. No one has ever done that for me before, and I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful family. They took me out to lunch, played with Jack, and helped me unpack those last few boxes in my kitchen. (A few days ago I started to unpack a box and came across all our our glass baby bottles, right there on the top. Tears came to my eyes and made their way down my face and I had to stop. Unpacking and repacking baby things has been hard – it’s not easy to put them into deep storage in the garage instead of in my kitchen. Lori and Hannah graciously took care of all the baby things for me, which helped a lot.)

I was able to go to a playgroup for church at the park this morning where I met several new friends. Everyone was very kind, but I’ll admit it’s a little awkward at first. How do you tell people such horrible news? “This is Jack, and he’s 18 months old. And yes, I am pregnant! We’re having a little girl and she’s due in September. But we just found out two weeks ago she won’t live past birth.”

Basically it goes just like that. It doesn’t get any less awkward the more people you tell. I think most people are shocked that I don’t burst into tears right on the spot. But once the initial shock of the news wore off, it does get easier to talk about the situation.

We don’t go telling strangers about Amelia, but people at church deserve to know; they are my new friends and our family’s support group. I am overflowing with gratitude in my heart today for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and the divine way it is organized here on the earth. I know I will never be alone because anywhere I go (in this case, San Jose) I have the loving support of my sisters in Relief Society. How blessed I am to have kind, loving people who genuinely care about me and my well-being.