In our morning scheduling meeting..

Manager: Yes, I spoke to Angela on Friday and she said that she would be bringing.. bringing..

Me: Sexy back?

Something I didn’t know about pregnancy?  It gives you VERY strange dreams.  I had two very in-depth, very vivid dreams on Saturday night, both revolving around the beach.  Last night, the same thing.

Last night’s dream was a journey.  I was walking with Greg Howard, and some other guy whose face I couldn’t see.  This other guy, though, was sooo sweet to me.. he carried me when my feet got tired, and he made me laugh when I thought I couldn’t go any further, and he sang to me when I couldn’t sleep.  Finally, we got past a certain point in our journey, and I turned to face him.  It was Bryan.

I know that sounds uber-cheesy, but it was so reassuring to know that he IS the man of my dreams.

Other things that Lil Peep has made clear:

• Bacon cheeseburgers are God-sends.
• Five shows a weekend is too much.  How about four?
• Try and eat too much salt.  I dare you.
• Frozen Milky Ways are almost as good as bacon cheeseburgers. (Almost.)
• If you insist on running like a madwoman on a turn-table twice a day, I shall torture your muscles.  TORTURE!

Today we go to the doctor for our first official visit.  We will come out of this appointment (God willing, of course) with a baseline, a due date, and more information than we have now.

Until then, I shall dream of bacon cheeseburgers.

Naw, Dawg..

Originally uploaded by SarahLena.

This is one of Delle’s pics, but it makes me laugh. Hard.

Because in my head, the holder of the camera has been talking smack. Something along the lines of, “Aww, you can’t even keep from droolin’, dawg! Step up!”

And clearly Baby Matthew (on the right, covered in drool) was gonna come over and whoop some camera ass, but his homie to the left was like, “No, dawg, chill! I got this! I. Got. This.”

(And quite frankly, that anonymous baby scares me a bit.)