3 posts tagged “dreams”

I don't know what I was dreaming about last night. I do know that the work week finally caught up with me and I was exhausted. So, last night around 12:30, when Baby C started to cry, I sat up looked around frantically, then asked my husband, "Where is the baby's head?"

"Isn't it in the crib?" he asked.

Then I snapped back to reality and all made sense again. And sure enough, the baby's head was in the crib, attached to the rest of him.

I woke up about 2 hours ago from a weird dream. I dreamed that I went in for the big FASU and just got a checkup instead because I didn't give the technician the little form from the doctor. And then once I got back home, I realized what I had done but still needed to stop and get a blank VHS tape to bring with me, which Walgreens didn't carry.

There are so many things wrong with that dream, I don't know where to begin. For starters, the whole purpose of this visit is to get the big FASU - it's a different building altogether and I won't see my regular OB. Second, Chris would be there with me.

I'm losing my mind.

Friday I dreamed that Chris was complaining about not having any clothes to wear, and I actually tried to engage him in conversation (real life) about how he still has plenty of clothes. Once I got home Friday night and questioned him about it (both of us completely coherent), I realized that, yes, it must have been a dream. No wonder he didn't know what I was talking about that morning.

So, Chris will be up in about an hour now, and I'm hungry. I think I'll treat myself to a bowl of cereal before I crawl back into bed and try to sleep for a couple of hours. It may work, it may not. All I know is that today is Monday, and Mondays are my crazy days - not because I'm coming back from the weekend and, like most people, it's harder to get out of bed. No, it's because lots of things I work on are due on Mondays and Tuesdays. And today will be a long day... especially if I can't get back to sleep!

So, I've been having all sorts of weird and crazy dreams.

I dreamt that Chris decided he wanted to go shopping for a piano because it will be important for our child to play an instrument. I asked him if we could get a guitar instead, or maybe a drum kit, but he insisted that, no, our child needs to learn to play the piano. And then he proceeded to sit at the piano in the store and told me that with a good teacher and a little practice, our child would be able to play at least as well as him (Chris is not, by any means, a concert pianist, but in my dream he was playing like a pro). Apparently, while sleeping, I asked Chris aloud where we were going to put the piano, to which he, of course, replied that we weren't going to get one.

Hm.

I also dreamt that the power cords my friend Cherry blogged about were in a big box of power cords in the corner of my bedroom, and that I felt really guilty for not sending them back to her after she let me borrow them. The thing is, I never borrowed them.

I don't understand that one, either.

As I type, I'm eating some strawberries that were on a platter with brownies. Everyone in the office is going nuts over the brownies; I went into the break room and took all the strawberries. There were only 5, so it's not like I hoarded. Anyway, some chocolate got on all the strawberries, and I've been able to isolate what it is about the chocolate that I really don't like: it's bitter. Just as well - it leaves more for the rest of the world!

So, about awful smells...  Yesterday, Chris was cooking chicken and I swear it was the worst smell in the world. And today, walking through Winn Dixie, I passed the deli where they were cooking chicken, and it was AWFUL!  (Yes, I meant to yell "awful".  Really loud.) I also discovered yesterday that I don't like the smell of caramel. It doesn't make me gag, but it's too sweet and I don't like it.

The thing is, I can eat chicken - I have no problem once it's already cooked. It's the cooking process, I think, that puts my gag reflexes in overdrive.

Eleven weeks down, only 29 (about) more to go!  Can't say I'm a really big fan of pregnancy yet...