Snake Bites

Last week we had a HUGE snake in our living room. It was so weird. Dave called animal control which in our one horse town linked up to the police department. So minutes later, cop cars later, a bunch of people stood, squirmed in horror trying to get the snake out. The big worry was that it could be a timber rattler since it rattled and looked like one. No one wants to approach a rattlesnake and more importantly a pregnant lady absolutely can't help in this scenario.  For some reason my neighbor down the street when I was little came into my mind. He was a couple years older then me but he was an amazing figure skater, pretty good at baseball, and he loved picking up snakes and showing them off. Once I asked him, " you ever been bitten before" and he let the snake bite him, welp a bit as his eyes watered up and said, " yea, it don't hurt that much".
Being in bloodline of my mom I wanted nothing more to save it rattler or not, and being of ornery bloodline of my grandma if it were up to me I would have done something about it. But being pregnant me, I just sighed in the corner watching painfully not being able to do nothing. Let that be a lesson to you, being pregnant you definitely can't do nothing fun.
When talks turned to killing it I walked around outside and shed a tear about it. I actually did something I rarely ever do in moments of desperation because I feel that it doesn't work much is pray. I asked to save the snake and Ill believe in Jesus( cause I don't) and won't you know it about an hour later our neighbor came over bent down picked it up and put it in our bin so that we could let it go at a park. Our neighbor is kind of a Jesse, he knew it was a bull snake and not a rattler. In fact later learned that rattlers don't really come this far north. We let the snake out at beautiful lake Elmo. If there were ever a place that you had to live if you were wild and free that would be the place to roam. It was wonderful watching it slink away in the sea of grass. Truly made me feel blessed for a wish granted. I still not sure if I believe in Jesus. I believe in a creator but as in my belief of the good book, I kinda feel that is just a bunch of entertaining stories, but some good tales of heroism and loving one another. I guess I've always loved the idea of a Savior, saving our souls making us a believer. A savior that saved the snake. Or maybe just the creator saying, " yea I'm still listening when you holler."

I'm officially 14 weeks. I'm expanding by the day like there is an invisible person who has really weak lungs with an invisible pump blowing me up slowly. The last visit we got to hear the heartbeat. Everyone thinks its going to be a little girl. How about that? Another little heart breaker. Hopefully she is sweet and a better person then her mama. Every time I talk about the baby I can feel this huge smile across my face. While I'm so excited I'm also so terrified. I hope I can do it. Either way I'm excited for the change in our lives. One person gave me a piece of advice that stuck to me like gum on a wall" you have a whole new life, don't try to do all the same stuff in your new one that you did in your old one cause it won't work". A new life? I've always wanted one of those, that in itself is a blessing. Money will be tight so I know we won't be able to do all the same stuff. It will be interesting to see what stays and what goes.