Mr. 4tops and I have moved 11 times.  4 states, 8 cities.  And each of the three children we’ve been so blessed to have were all born in Atlanta, at the same hospital.  Dallas, Atlanta (have a baby, and then another).  Nashville, Atlanta (have another baby).  Back to Franklin, a town outside of Nashville, Spring Hill, Greenville, and back to Atlanta, where prayerfully, there will be another baby.  Weird, huh (I’m not covering all the cities outside of Atlanta we actually lived in, just going with generic Atlanta).

We are going back.  And Mr. 4tops and I would like to have another baby.  Which we starting working on before this new job opportunity came up.  Like somewhere, deep inside my ovaries, some eggs were whispering you’re going home, you’re going home, where your Mom is, she’ll help you with the other children, it’s safe to have a baby…before my brain knew what was coming.  Of course, moms are not required for fertility, but in my case, it sure makes things flow a lot smoother.  My mom - she’s one powerhouse of a helper. 

So maybe, now that Mr. 4tops is on the eve of giving notice to his employer here in Greenville, SC, my eggs’ll get it together and let one of those little sperm come on in.  Because they know, home is a great place to have a baby.  They’ve just been waiting for us to get back.