So there was a point in time, about two weeks ago, where pregnant friends were asking about dreams. And I wasn’t having any weird ones. Well, one here and there, but that’s par for the course.

Well apparently the dream fairy caught on that I was being skipped over and has sprinkled me with an abundance of bad dreams. It feels silly now waking up saying, “I just had a bad dream!” because that’s what it’s like every night (or nap!).

Last week I was actually late for work on friday because when my alarm went off I was in the middle of a horrible dream. Someone had taken my baby out of my uterus and put it in someone else’s. And I was freaking OUT. The whole dream centered on me trying to convince people to put it back in me, that NO that wasn’t a part of IVF, NO it wasn’t normal, I WANTED MY BABY BACK. I woke up crying. I also woke up very late, because when my alarm went off I heard it in my dream but I kept saying to myself, “I can’t wake up, I have to get my baby back first!!” And I seriously wouldn’t let myself drop the dream… even though I appear to have known it was a dream, it was like in my head I thought it would be true if I woke up before fixing it.

Today’s dream was a lot stranger. First of all a very large portion of the dream centered around visiting a dairy. We got to make biscuits on this assembly line from the milk/dough that came out… and there was milk being made (different types of milk), and it was like a do-it-yourself-meal. Except it was going too fast and I got mad that all I got was one biscuit and no milk. Very weird. Why the hell would a dairy be in my head? Well anyways, the second half of the dream, after the dairy part, was that I was supposed to go get an IUI. I was there at the dairy with my dad and we were driving to wherever we were going, to meet my mom and brother. And then it was revealed that my appointment was for 12pm, and it was now 2, and they were all, “We get there when we get there, it’ll be fine.” And I was (yet again) shrieking and screaming that it’s NOT fine, you can’t just show up whenever you want to, we had to get there NOW. Something about this particular “IUI” was required during pregnancy, to fix the baby or something. I have no idea how my brain pieced together that one, but whatever.

I mean, seriously. I could make this journal all about the crazy dreams I’ve been having.

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I think I’m moving KFC to my shit-list. … Yup, definitely moving it.

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Is it possible to grow overnight? I felt so much bigger yesterday than I did the day before. I ended up throwing on an old pre-pregnancy t-shirt in the morning, and that turned out to be a bad idea. My poor belly was hanging out all day! Granted it was always a short shirt, but still. It just accentuated how big my belly is getting! (Longer shirts seem to not make it look so bad… probably because it doesn’t make it look like I’m busting out of all my clothes!)

It’s very round, too. Den just woke up and we both stared at my belly for a little while. :)

Unfortunately he’s still awake and getting cranky, so I need to shut off the laptop now!