It's been a rough today. Anxiety, most of it irrational, has been nagging me. I'm sure that being exhausted from lack of sleep isn't helping. Fortunately, my wonderful husband has been very supportive and is helping me "get back on track," emotionally. Being pregnant after a loss is not easy. It takes a lot of strength to keep from slipping into fear-based modes of thought. I don't always seem to have as much of that strength as I'd like, but I'm working on it. I long for the kind of unshakable inner peace I used to feel before I lost John. I am trying to trust in the trustworthiness of God, as my grandfather always says.