The other day, one of my coworkers (who is also pregnant) said something to me that kinda just floated over my head until I repeated it later. 

We were sitting at a table with a bunch of other people, and I made some comment about how excited we all will be to have this pregnancy stuff over with.  “Now, now,” she said, “The difference is that I WANT my baby.”

Is it wrong that I want her baby to have a ginormous head and ONLY be delivered vaginally?

Because we all have that someone who drives us crazy.

I’ve often written about how I’ve had bizarre dreams since I’ve had the bun in the oven.  Well, this weekend was no exception.  I thought the more rested I got, the more the dreams would lessen. (Is that a well-written phrase? “the more they’d lessen”?  Sounds bad to me.)

I had this waiting in my email inbox this morning, to try and decipher your dreams during your different trimesters.  So take a moment and read through that.

Now I’m going to give you my most recent (remembered) dream.

I go to audition for a show, but the show has already been cast.  Obviously, they can’t turn a talent like mine down, so they decide to rewrite this well-written show to give me a part.  The more that we rehearse, the more potential they see in my miniscule storyline, so they keep rewriting.  Except.. and here’s the kicker.. IT SUCKS.  Everything they write is HORRIBLE.  And the sets suck, the costumes are miserable, and what WAS a well-known musical is now barely recognizable.  Of course, I’m still perfect and win four Wings Awards for it, but I actually wake up from the dream saying, “That’s ridiculous.. we can’t have a live donkey on stage.”

Okay.  Decipher.