4th of July Weekend

Well I hope you all enjoyed your weekend. I know I sure didn't. I'm going to be blunt. Usually, I love holidays, minus the stupidity of tourists and clogged roads and busy stores. I love spending time with my family eating good food. For the fourth, I especially love the fireworks.

Yesterday, Chris and I took Felicity out to Henry island for a picnic with some of my family. My aunt and uncle own property there, so we just took their boat out and had hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato salad, and afterwards, smores with chocolate frosting! MMMM!

Felicity had great fun on the monkey rope, that's what we call it anyway. It's a thick rope on the bottom tied between two trees, with a thinner rope on top tied between the same two trees. You stand on the bottom and work your way across, and if you get two or three people on there, you can have a war. The war rules: You touch the ground, you lose. That's about it. It's a lot of fun to watch, even though I declined to participate this year because of my ' fragile condition'.

Speaking of which, it may be more fragile than I think. Over the weekend, starting Saturday, I've been bleeding. Not as heavily as I have in the past, but still. Three days worth of bleeding isn't exactly normal, not at the amount I have been. A bit of spotting here and there, fine. But this much?? So this Friday I get to go in and take another pregnancy test to see if I am still in fact pregnant.

On another upsetting note, one of our little kittens, the runt and little boy, died yesterday at 5:39pm. 21 minutes away from officially being four days old. The other kitten, the little girl, is doing well so far. She's eating healthily, and is pretty active, but you never know. Little Boy, as we called him, was like that too until yesterday morning, and he died that evening. Life is just so fragile and complicated, sometimes it's difficult to keep up my happy thoughts. This morning my friend Gemma is coming over early and we're going to bury him in one of my gardens and plant spearmint over his grave. I haven't cried yet, but that may just be because neither of these things have really 'hit' me yet. I just hope I have enough strength in me to make it to work and back home in one, relatively working, piece.

Now, I'm off to make sure my existing little girl Felicity is alive herself, she's still sleeping at almost 9 o'clock, and that is weird. I'm sure it's because she was up pretty late last night because of the firework booms startling her out of sleepy-time-land, but it never hurts to check!