Pregnancy After Loss

I'm not going to lie and say I haven't been the slightest bit paranoid this pregnancy, because I'm pretty sure that is inevitable! Maybe not the right decision but I have cut out all my workouts, Ive been laying only on my side since 5 weeks, I stay a safe distance away from my kids kicking feet, I'm afraid to squeeze into my jeans, so I just completely don't button them... or wear a mu mu. I also have taken NO nausea medications this time around. So safe to say I'm paranoid and sick. Being sick.... it stinks, but when I'm not... I pray to be, just to know there is still a baby in there! Now that I'm close to the week I lost our little boy last November, I lay awake at night, waiting to feel those first flutters. THEY'VE COME, and I can sleep! I think my heavenly fathers knows exactly what we need all the time. I'm writing this, for myself but also for a few friends of mine. The lord knows us. Its scary trying again, but nothing feels better than feeling and seeing that little spirit inside of you. The lord will take care of us, and give us the reassurances that we need, even if it come just as a little flutter.
I am doing well, and am thankful everyday for this blessing in my life. Here's to 16 weeks!

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I choose life.... and sleep!

The other day Brad and I were watching a movie on the couch when, we hear a squirrel...IN OUR HOUSE! This spring we had little baby squirrels born under our deck. Now about 3 months later, they aren't super cute, little, baby squirrels anymore. Nevertheless they stick around the house yapping and playing with one another.
Anyway... back to the squirrel in the house. We followed the noise to the storage room and found that the squirrel had fell down the chimney and was stuck in some of the pipping.   Brad opened it up and the squirrel ran back down the disgusting pipe. We kept it open to see if it would come out but it never did. WELL... that night as I was trying to sleep, but I kept hearing a huge rodent running in the walls and above my head... you could say I didn't sleep well. The next morning all I could think about is getting rid of this thing!
Since I have tried death before ("To Kill a Mockingbird") I decided I would call the animal control, and they could find a way to get this bugger out! When the animal control got here, he said the only way he could get it out, was extermination! Having already way to much blood on my hands, I decided to choose life! He would find his way out right?
 Anyway while I was at the store, Brad left the storage room open to see if he could catch the little thing. When I got back,  Brad yelled, "close the door!"
When I walked into the living room there was Brad (tuckered out) with a tiny toy net and a towel, while the squirrel across the room (tuckered out) lay on the table. As if they were both giving each other a five minute breather! I then decided to get with my inner Pocahontas, and catch this thing. This is when I wish I knew "Squirrel." Like Kronk? "Squeak, squeaker, squeaken," type thing. But I don't, so I asked the squirrel if it wanted to go outside or die! I grabbed the toy net (useless), and the towel (useless) and with Brad and I both chasing, cornering, and scaring the daylights out of the squirrel, finally we got it to go out the window....which that is not easy when you have not one, but two fake trees in your living room by the way.