Away we go

Has anyone seen the movie "Away we go"? Maybe I've been away from movie ads lately but I had never heard of it till last week when Dan and I watched it and I fell in love with the sound track. So, while you are reading this, first click on the youtube link to listen to the first song at the same time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R5IQoIYvTM (if it doesn't work, look for "All of my days" by Alexi Murdoch). It makes me think of finding a real home and having a family and people around us who are important to us.
Dan and are I packing up our tiny house and moving... hopefully for the last time in a loooong time. We've got a place just down the road from Larissa and James and really close to the in-laws (which truely is a good thing). Dan is doing almost all of the work. He's been purging things that I don't want to look at and moving heavy things that I pretend aren't there. He's vaccuuming and cleaning up after everything too. At this moment he's going through his closet and getting rid of clothes that he wants to donate. How awesome is that?!! That's about a once every 5 years job. The spring weather is getting into my bones and I'm getting the itch to put my hands into some rich soil. I remember last year my aunt Jo Ann had a delivery of soil and when I was visiting she asked me in a giddy way if I wanted to put my hands in the bag... she totally understood the job of just sinking your hands in. It reminds me of harvesting my potatoes back at our last place. I didn't even need a shovel. I could just sink my hands in and find them.
I'm also dreaming of chickens. I don't know what it is about that animal that makes my heart big. I just LOVE seeing a group of them pecking and scratching at the ground. I love how they look, move, taste and especially the eggs. So my FIL and I are building a chicken coop. Well, we have the plans and I think he's got the wood. I'm not really doing anything except providing the excitment. I love chickens and will go there everyday if I have to to take care of them.
And I'm knitting. I'm knitting!!! And I love it! I can't stop. Actually, this past week I stopped because I was sooooo stuck (mom and dad are on the road again) but I finally got over the problems and have started again. Now Dan is finally giving me the nudge to say... ok.... time to start working again. So I guess it's time to get up, start moving and Away we go....

I definately didn't want to write this post

Last week Friday morning I miscarried. It was a very traumatic and sad. Dan was the best husband in the world. I've got great friends and family around me and (because Dan has rightfully insisted) I have taken the week off to recuperate (whatever that means).
Most of you know that Dan and I did not try at ALL to keep the pregnancy a secret. Before we got pregnant we had breifly discussed the issue of to tell vs. not to tell. We both wanted to tell. And when the tests came back positive there was no holding us back anyways. I rarely hold back what I'm feeling and need to talk to others when something is on my mind. And how would I be able to make it a whole THREE months without talking to people about it?! Another reason, we figured if we did miscarry, we would once again want to talk to others about it. The third reason is purely out of practicality. After the second time of turning down a drink everyone would know anyways.
And now that we miscarried do I regret telling people? Not at all. People have been so supportive. Mom has spent lots of time with me and on the phone. Both friends and family have been there to do whatever I have needed them to do/not do. Cass sent me beautiful flowers and family friends have called. I'm not reluctant to talk about it and, in fact, if people ask will explain what we went through just to help avoid the shock and trauma that scared me half to death.
So, we had 12 weeks of looking forward to this baby. I'm happy that I had that time and I'm grateful that we could share with everyone and enjoy the pregnancy as long as we did. Thank you everyone. Thanks for the prayers and support.