Very interesting thing about pregnancy: it controls my dreams.  And my mood.  I will, very often, suddenly turn sour.  Without any justification or cause, I will suddenly be out for blood.  This even happens in my dreams.  I can be in a very good mood when I drift off to sleep (Bryan does this by playing with my hair until I fall asleep), but then I will have HATEFUL dreams.  HATEFUL, AWFUL, I WOULD BE SENTENCED FOR THESE THINGS dreams.  Sometimes, they’re at least directed in a good direction.  Other times, like last night, I will HATE Bryan in these dreams (again, for NO reason based in reality), and then wake up furious at him. 

This morning, in fact, I woke up not only angry at Bryan, but in pain.  Horrible stomach cramps.  Which made me hate him even more. (And again.. he had nothing to do with it! And I know this! But it certainly didn’t lessen the hate.)

In other news: we went and saw Knocked Up this weekend.  Everyone who is pregnant (we counted at least twelve preggo ladies there with us), or who was pregnant, or who conceives of being pregnant should go see this movie.  It was just hysterical, from beginning to end.  And was sooo funny, I didn’t cry once.  The characters were so true-to-life, and the dialogue was so freakin’ snappy and quick.. it was fabulous to watch something so refreshing.  And every bit of it (thus far) is so spot on.

Bryan and I have been quoting it all weekend.  Yes, it’s one of those movies.  Go see it.. independent Hollywood needs more writers/directors/comedies like this.

We had The Boy’s birthday party yesterday, following his tournament Saturday.  I am exhausted.  The party went fairly well, with BioMom and I working amazingly well together.  The tournament was fun, especially since every mobile member of Bryan’s family came in to watch it.  Good times.  It’s sad when you look forward to the week so you can rest.

Tonight, we are venturing to the park with a bucket ‘o chicken!