Dreams can come true, look at me babe I'm into you

I have heard that when pregnant, your dreams become more vivid. I don't know that they have become more vivid because they were pretty vivid to start with. But I have remembered them more. Take with that what you will.

One night, I had a dream that this guy was berating me by calling me "Fattie." He kept saying "You're a fattie. Why are you so fat?" In the dream, I told him that I was pregnant and not a "fattie" and he needed to lay off.

The next night, I had a dream that there was a flashing, Vegas-like sign that said "Jelly Donut". There was also someone repeating "jelly donut, jelly donut" over and over again.

Naturally, the next day I got a jelly donut. It satisfied the craving but I'm still looking for the perfect jelly donut.

To me, the perfect jelly donut has some kind of red stuff in the middle with powder on top. Perfection!

Server watch!

Ah, day two of our server being down which means no website (for us, we can access other websites praise Jebus), no posting to the Internet, and lots of phone calls saying "I can't get into your website." Luckily the people calling have been nice and understanding. We also had to power down every network connected thing last night because of a total power failure. Welcome to the land of renovation!!! At least it's started...

I had a horrible dream last night. Well, in the dream I was having fun but I look back at it now in horror. I dreamt that I was in Paris...maybe....some foreign place that was pretty cool. Oh! It was Italy. Anyway, I was discussing with my travelers plans for the next day. I wanted to wing it and roam around, they wanted to stay inside and do something. Perhaps go to some Mexican restaurant chain that was from America. The important thing about the dream was that I was drinking, while pregnant!! That's horrific to me because I would never do that in real life. I wasn't just drinking a glass of wine, I had two mixed drinks and a very heavy on the vodka (it was a dream) margarita. At the table, this girl gave me a very disapproving look. I told her that I had drank the same combination of drinks the night before and I could totally handle it. She started talking about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and I gave her a slurred speech about how "alcohol affects every baby differently so even one sip could hurt the baby but I was o.k. because I could handle it" or some such nonsense. She still gave me the evil eye so I told her that I didn't need these drinks and I could put them down whenever I wanted. I asked her if she wanted me to and she said yes. So I stopped.

How stupid is that?? I realized this morning when I was recounting a story about the drunk people on our trip back from Russia that I had a dream about drinking. URGH!

Or I'll have to leave

I'm feeling very emotional today. Like straight-up sad. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the persistent allergies. Or the fact that I need some new shirts because I'm starting to get too big for my other shirts. Or my persistent backache. Or the apathy of a staff worker that I may or may not be in charge of but I just wish he would go away so I wouldn't have to maybe or not deal with him. BLECH! I just want to take a half day and buy some new shirts, go home, make some food, and then enjoy the rest of the day. You figure you get 48 hours for the weekend but it always feel way too short. And it's not like I'm spending it camped in front of the TV...I'm doing stuff!! But when I don't really do anything during the week besides cross stitch, things just pile up for the weekend. I need to take a vacation at home. But I'm not going to ......sooooo.....

I had a dream last night that Mr. Wonderful was two different people: Dave and Brian. In my dream, I was engaged to Dave but I was starting to lust after Brian because he was like Dave but he could do more things. He was burlier, stronger, more knowledgeable, just Dave 2.0 basically. I felt very conflicted in my dream because I was realllly into Brian but I didn't want to leave Dave out of loyalty. When I woke up this morning, I was relieved that Dave and Brian are the same person: Mr. Wonderful. I have dreams like this fairly frequently. Most of the time, Mr. Wonderful is just a little off and I always wake up feeling so thankful that he is not the person in the dream. Because he is so much better than that. What does that even mean?

My back has been hurting alot lately but it feels better today. I have tried to relieve the situation by doing back exercises (cat/cow, a few other prenatals that I have run across, knee twists) and by sleeping on a pillow. So I have one pillow for my head and the other one is like the vertical part of a T for my back. It seems to be working for now. Yeah! I hope it continues because back pain sucks. There's nothing you can do for it except what I've been trying.

That's all for now. I don't feel like posting a picture. Blech.

Tidbits from this week

• I've been complaining a lot about pregnancy symptoms. Here's a good one: you have to let it all hang out which forces you to accept yourself. For example: last night, I ate pretty late (I had a major snack attack when I came home and I downed some chips and salsa so I didn't really have dinner until 9 because I wasn't hungry). So I'm looking at my stomach which looks larger than usual. It's like after I eat, my stomach looks big and then goes back down a little. I know I'm "thicker" in my stomach/abdomen area but sometimes I'm thicker than others. Anyway, I can't get rid of the stomach. I know it's only going to get bigger. All I can do is eat simply and healthily and exercise in hopes that I don't gain too much weight. I'm only concerned about gaining too much weight because I don't want to put the baby in danger. So, I have to let it all hang out. And I feel pretty good about that.
• I had a disturbing dream last night that my grandmother was being really mean to me. She was mad that I opened a packet of butter and then she yelled at me for mashing all my food together. I excused myself from the table and went to another room to get away from her. In reality, this would never happen. I don't think my grandmother has ever said anything mean to me. She almost did, once, but stopped herself. Yeah...weird.
• Yesterday, a lady was talking about a former roommate that she kicked out because his behavior was increasingly disturbing and they had a huge fight. She's kind of a bleeding heart so I guess that's why she took him in in the first place. Anyway, the guy's in his 60s, has a part time job, no money, no car, nothing. I don't know if he recently divorced and is starting from scratch or what but he just doesn't seem to have it together nor the desire to get it together. A tiny part of me feels sorry for him but a much larger part says "too bad, so sad, get your shit together." God forbid I find myself in the same situation. But I'm also a strong believer in 'Merica and the extreme luck we have for just being born here, especially when you hear such horror stories from other countries. I think I would also feel guilty if I didn't feel like he was threatening the lady telling the story. Anyway, it was all just disturbing to me.