Fears

Last night after Chase and I had been in bed for about 15 minutes we heard a big crash. We both threw the covers off and ran into Collins room, where he was blissfully sleeping. We looked around and realized that a bulletin board had fallen off the wall. This morning I asked Chase why he thought it had fallen off the wall since it had been hanging there for weeks. He said he thought there was probably a little earthquake (I don't think he was being serious). I looked at him and said "seriously, you don't know how much that scares me". I don't know if it comes from the fact that since I was in Kindergarten I've done earthquake drills at school, and I hear all the time about the HUGE earthquake that's suppose to hit right where I live, but I have a huge fear of when the earthquake will hit. Probably 5 nights a week I go over in my head what I would do if an earthquake hit at night. I've measured to see if our mirror on our dresser would land on our bed (it shouldn't...), and how fast I would be able to get to Collin. I've tried to make it so he will be safe if it were to hit while we were here, but these apartments are so small there isn't much I can do. I think about our food storage, and even though its not a lot, we have some. I've kept up our 72 hours kit and added stuff for Collin. When I told Chase he needed to pick out a sweatshirt for me to put in his, he told me that he would be fine. So I went a stole one :) I have water everywhere, in the car, and every room in our apartment. I make sure I have shoes and a flashlight very close when I go to sleep at night...I have even stocked up on my pregnancy vitamins. OK, I probably don't have to go into all my weird quarks about earthquakes. But Chase was surprised to hear how scared I really am, and he said that we could go over our plan on Monday to make sure that he knew everything I want him to do if he is home, or not home. So I'm thankful for that. I'm going to make some cookies now to help me feel better....