That time I quit my job to become a stay-at-home-mom and got mono.

So I think the title of this post really sums up the last month of my life.

I had a fever for 21 days. It was epic.

Highlights of this special time include:

• I missed my last week of work -- I was very upset about this because I had worked there for 10 and half years and had given six months notice that I was leaving. I did go in on my final day, because what else could I do?
• I spent my first two weeks as a stay-at-home-mom pretty miserable, shut in from the world, taking fever meds around the clock. I developed a mad case of cabin fever and started to feel a little like Jack Nicholson from The Shining (all sick and no social interaction makes Kim effing crazy -- or something like that).
• I didn't get to start watching my niece on time -- after two visits to urgent care I finally went to the ER for a more thorough work up and found out it was Mono. This was three days before my sister-in-law would return to work and babysitting would begin. I felt so awful, like I left them in a lurch. I don't either of us imagined I would ever be sick this long, so we never talked about a back up plan. It was was really sad -- hoping in time we can work it out.

So now I am on the mend, no more fever, still very weak at times. Mono is weird with bizarre symptoms and can last a horribly long time. But I am believing for swift healing and if the way I've felt these last couple days are any indication, things are on track.

So, as I mentioned in my last post, a follow up on our doctor's physicals: mine has been postponed until I can get through this infection. So depending on how long it all really lasts will depend on when we can wrap up our home study and move forward with our adoption. Definitely been an interesting turn of events.

If, like me, you are obsessed with planning for the future and every step along the way, things like this really throw off your entire mental/emotional mojo. In those three weeks that I had a fever I got really low. It was as if everything I had been planning for, my whole vision for our life, was coming apart at the seams. It probably sounds silly, and it even feels silly now to write it, but it's the truth.

It's funny that no matter how many trials I've been through in my life -- some big, some small, some gigantic -- whatever I am going through "now" always feels like the worst. I need to remember that I came through all those things before -- the big, the small, the gigantic -- and I am stronger for it. In these times I am so grateful for the people in my life -- my husband, my mom, my friends, my pastors -- they encourage me, pull me out of the darkness of my situation, and remind me of the truth: My God is bigger than any circumstance. Even my present one. Especially my present one.