Before we moved, for at least 6 months, I noticed some interesting things occurring with my son's toys.  He has a rattle that makes noise and lights up and one that just lights up and a few other electronic or battery operated toys and I noticed, so did my husband, that when no one was near any of the toys and even sometimes when they were switched off the toy would light up or make sounds as if someone were playing with it. 

There were other little things that happened here and there but nothing quite as memorable as the toys.  I had a strong feeling that our next child was in our home waiting for us to conceive again.  You see it is my belief that our children choose us as their parents and I had a strong feeling that someone was excited and a bit impatient to be born.

When we moved into the new house I had a feeling within the first full week we were here that I was pregnant and that I had conceived during the first weekend we were here.  Because I'm notoriously dense when it comes to figuring out I'm pregnant in the first place I thought this just must be wishful thinking, besides, who knows they are pregnant a week after?  Honestly I had suspicions 3 days after!

As time went on though I couldn't shake the feeling and I started to notice the first signs of pregnancy.  I took a pregnancy test as early as I could with any slight hope it might be accurate and it came back negative.  That just didn't feel right and I waited another week and a half and took one again.  This time it came back positive before the minute was even up.

So what does this have to do with the little spirit that played with my son's toys in the other house?  Well none of that has happened in this house and I believe it's because that spirit is now busy with the beginning of it's physical life.

Before I forget I think I should also mention how I first knew I was pregnant with my son and daughter.  With my son it was the cat that tipped me off really.  My orange tabby used to wait until I was laying down for the evening and then stand on my chest and mash the top of my breast bone until it was soar before he'd lay down and go to sleep.  He didn't snuggle often so this was a rare treat.  One other thing he rarely did was purr and if he did purr it was so soft you could barely hear it.  During the first few weeks of my pregnancy with my son this cat started to get ontop of me almost every time he saw me lying down and press on my stomach very gently before curling up and purring on my tummy.  I honestly think he knew I was pregnant before anybody else.

Now with my daughter, sadly, I thought I had the flue.  Yes, for three weeks even.  I often have a hard time (or used to) shaking illnesses so it really isn't as strange as it sounds but I should have figured it out when my only flue like symptom was the throwing up.  What can I say I'm dense.  Also, the first time I threw up during the pregnancy was in the hallway of the Tropicana Hotel/Casino in Vegas.  I'd just eaten a Salami sandwitch and could not keep it down.  I still won't touch salami.  I was VERY emberassed by the whole event and must have looked pretty hung over or something because when I found a ladies room to wash up in (we'd already checked out of the hotel room and I couldn't wash up there) an elderly lady stopped me and asked me if I was okay.  I still look back on it and can't believe I didn't realize what was happening with my body until I was 3 months along.

Sadly it was 3 months into my pregnancy with my son when a friend told me she thought I was pregnant because I constatly had to pee.  She convinced me to take a pregnancy test that night and she was right!  Now do you see why I didn't believe it was possible for me to even know I was pregnant so soon?

Oh, and on a final note...I'm feeling a bit stressed, mainly becuase I'm tired and my husband's been working a lot and therefore the house is falling behind.  I wasn't even able to get everything put up like it should be in the first place so there's the mess from moving in plus the mess of just daily life building ontop of it.  It's irritating but I'm hoping to make some progress tomorrow.  I had some stomach cramping late afternoon today so I know I need to take it easy and not push myself. 

This evening I decided to make a loaf of bread, the machine is mixing the dough for me right now and in roughly 3 hours I should have a nice hot loaf of bread to eat.  Aside from that I'm not going to attempt anything else and tomorrow I probably won't attempt anything worse than unloading and loading the dishwasher.  I've had miscarraiges before and I don't want to have another one.  I still want 2 more children after this one and I'm getting old enough that I don't have a lot of time to wait to make that happen.