Perchance To Dream

Good Morning Humble Readers...

I have been having a fair number of wacky dreams lately.  I know that's par for the course during pregnancy, but it's still weird.  In all these dreams, I know I am pregnant, but not showing and feeling pretty good. 

First up, there was that one I told you about already, with the baby with the four eyes (very blue eyes).  Creepy to think about now, but in my dream it seemed ok, just different.  I was super happy and optomistic.  There was other stuff going on in that dream... an explosion or fire across the river in Manhattan (my dream took place in New Jersey) and a toxic cloud blowing toward the hospital we were in.  We had to evacuate, I fell on a slippery, newly waxed floor as we were going down the stairs.  But we all got out safely and all ended well.

Second, again I was in the US, I think I was in New York state.  I was wearing a purple dress that I owned many years ago.  The dream began with me in a large office... no cubicles, but a large open working space.  I was saying goodbye to everyone.  I was very happy.  I left the office and loaded up one of those teeny tiny mini motorcycles with my belongings and headed 'home'. 

(image courtesy of Google Images)

The road I was on reminded me of the Connector between Kelowna and the lower mainland in BC.  Winding, fast moving traffic, and instead of the toll booth, there was a border crossing.  I ended up having to walk through customs carrying my teeny tiny motorcycle and all of my belongings but I was happy.  There were also several spots where I found myself looking at my arms, specifically my inner elbow, and I could see where my blood had been drawn. 

Third... this time I was in Canada, in Alberta, in a car, heading south toward the border.  It was a glorious day.  Blue sky, warm breeze, green trees blowing past us (my Beloved was driving).  We weren't in our car (no Petey the PT cruiser), we were in a red sporty car.  The windows were rolled down and my arm was resting on the open window frame.  We were in a great mood.  We just drove and drove until we got to the border, which resembled the Peace Arch crossing near Vancouver.  I can clearly picture the gaurd and the buildings around the border crossing.  I don't know where we were heading, but we were relaxed and happy.

I know that dreams are just our unconcious' way of processing the days events, but these were just sooo vivid.  The colours, the images... the fact that I was travelling in all of them, the border crossings, even the focus on my arms in two of them... all seems like I should be getting something out of them.

The Long and the Short of My Crazy Family

Happy Thursday Humble Readers!

Mel (the fantabulous Stirrup Queen) has a new little project that she has tied into this month's Virtual Lushary.  Stop by her place, place your drink order and give the group an update of what's going on in your corner of the world.  Then, leave a fascinating little tidbit about yourself... truth or fiction. 

My little tidbit just happens to be true.  My family really is THAT crazy!

My grandmother (foster grandma) is the oldest of 21 children.  Great-grandma and great-grandpa were obviously very fertile.  Grandma used to tell stories about the outhouse, how it had different sized 'seat' holes to accomodate all the different people in the family.  Grandma's youngest sister is actually younger than Grandma's oldest child, my late Uncle J. 

At one point in my life I had six... count 'em up, six parents.  Mother, father, step-dad, step-mom, and my foster parents (who are referred to as Mom and Dad on this blog).

And just to add that Springer-esque flair to my tale... my sister, who is going to be celebrating her 10th wedding anniversary next month, met her wonderful husband at her first wedding (yep, you read that right), where he was the second groomsman. 

I won't go into some of the other wackiness because I don't want to scare you all off. 

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I want to say thank you to all of you, Humble Readers, for your kind words and support.  My symptoms did indeed make a resurgance, and I am feeling pregnant again.  Less than five days until we get to see the heartbeat! 

Three Years Makes All The Difference

Good Evening Humble Readers...

Today is our third anniversary. 

I can't believe that it's been three years since we said 'I do' and 'till death do us part'.  So much of that day stands out in my mind, and other parts are gone into the abyss of my memory.  I remember standing at the front of the church, hanging on to my Dad's arm, bouncing on my toes (mostly out of excitement, but partly to alleviate the pain my shoes were inflicting).  I remember screwing up the part of the service where the pastor asks what token I had to give to show my commitment.  I kept interupting her, saying "a ring" over and over and over.  I don't remember much of the sermon, but I do know that she based it on "Everything I Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten".  I remember freezing my tukus off while we did our picturesin a park, and a perfect stranger coming up to us in the park and reciting a poem for us. 

But mostly I remember my Beloved's face.  He looked so handsome in his suit.  I remember him saying 'I love you' over and over and over throughout the ceremony.  I remember him stepping on my veil repeatedly.  :)

These last three years haven't always been easy, but I can honestly say that I am a much better person for having married him, and I am so thankful for the blessing he is in my life.

My Beloved one... thank you for loving me.

Here Comes The Rain Again

Good Evening Humble Readers...

I don't want this post to sound whiny or attention seeking, but I need to acknowledge what I'm feeling in hopes of getting rid of it.

Humble Readers, today I'm scared. 

My symptoms have been slowly fading over the last couple of days.  Mostly I'm just tired with a bit of sore b00bs and nausea.  I was hardly hungry at all today, not even really bloated.  More like tww symptoms than pregnancy symptoms. 

The pharmacist warned me that the prometrium could affect my mood in a negative way, so maybe that's part of what I'm feeling.  I'm trying to stay objective and rational.

When I read this morning's email from the What To Expect website, about the halfling's development (about developing elbows and knees) it hit me that this is the last development email I read LAST TIME. 

And yes, I'm seeing those words, LAST TIME, in all caps.  It's like those words are floating around behind me, hitting me between the shoulder blades every now and then, just waiting to knock me down. 

One week... seven days... 168-ish hours...

I can do this... right?

Hobbit-ish Potpurri: Week 6

Good Evening Humble Readers...

Has this ever been a long week!  Nothing terrible or anything, but really long.  I've been so exhausted that it's all I can do to get myself out the door for work each day. 

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Perhaps the exhaustion is connected to the crazy insomnia I've had.  I'm totally pooped at night and fall asleep by 10:30, but I wake up around 2am and am awake for anywhere from 45 minutes to a couple of hours.  Of course it could also be connected to the crazy dreams I've been having (the most memorable involved me visiting a 'friend' with a newborn in a hospital in New Jersey.  I have no idea who the friend was, and the baby had four eyes... and I don't mean glasses!).

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Red meat is pretty well off the menu for the next while.  And dark green veggies.  And processed cheese.  However, tomatoes totally rock!

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I've finally gotten my backside in gear and made a hair appointment.  It shouldn't be something to procrastinate about, right?  Nothing complicated, right?  Well, even after living in this town for almost three years, I still don't have a regular hairdresser.  I'm trying another new salon, in hopes that I might find someone that I feel comfortable with.  I wish I would have done this a month and  half ago... my roots are an absolute nightmare and will have to stay that way until the end of May.  But, I'm getting a haircut... no more bangs in my eyes or split ends.  I'm going to ask about a different shampoo/conditioner.  I've always just used drug store brands, but I'm getting more and more frustrated with the oiliness of my hair (you'd think I was back in highschool). 

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After several weeks of absolutely gorgeous spring-like weather, the winter has reared it's ugly head for a final (we hope) blast of snow and wind.  And when I say wind... holy crappola Humble Readers... it's been blowing from the northwest for three days now and people are starting to get a little buggy.  This usually happens once in April and then once in May.  Remind me why I live here again?

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My Beloved preached again tonight.  He got a lot of good comments after last time (even though it was a rushed service) and he did a great job again tonight.  There are a few things that he needs to work on, but it looks like he might have a semi regular gig doing this, at least while we are without a pastor.

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I hope you are all having a great weekend!  We are off to the MIL's tomorrow afternoon.