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OK, I have several friends who blog and I figured it would be a good outlet for some of the craziness in my head. Where to start??? Well, I'm a wife and a mother of two boys. Greyson is 7 and Colton is 2, and am 20 weeks pregnant with a baby girl.

Tobin, my husband, is a commercial plumber (I have to put "commercial" in the title so that there is no confusion as to whether or not he touches poop -- seriously! He's a union plumber and they DO NOT touch the poo!!!), and I honestly never realized how dangerous his job is. He has been telling me stories the past few weeks about blow torch tanks blowing up and dismembering and/or killing plumbers. Then today he witnessed a fellow plumber almost get his head taken off (I mean seconds and inches from) by some flying pipe cover that was under pressure. Several weeks ago I had a dream that he was killed at work (before he started to tell me these stories). I finally had to tell him that I don't want to hear anymore. We were just talking the other day about how great the past few years have been, and today I was telling my Mother that I've come to the realization (I guess on some level I've always known, plus the pregnancy hormones always make me feel very connected to him) that I can't imagine my life without Tobin in it. I always get a little paranoid when I pregnant. I am praying more than usual lately, can't really be sure if it's because of this crazy fear or because on the other hand I feel so incredibly blessed to have what I have.

See what I mean...craziness in my head! I realize it is paranoia, but it helps to get it down. More on my beautiful boys later! The pregnancy insomnia has set in, so this will be a good outlet for me to get this out of my head before I try to put in on a pillow.