Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
[picks up Kelso's phone] "Mr. Sexy's Pizza. Our special today is sex-a-roni..." [pause] "Well, it's like pepperoni, but sexy..." [long pause] "Wait...you want some?" [looks around nervously] "Uh...we're closed." [puts down phone very slowly] - Fez, That '70s Show
Last night I had a dream that I gave birth to twin boys. We named them Dorian and Tristan. They were about a month premature, and had to stay in the hospital overnight on oxygen (while I was experiencing a sense of relief--brought on by Lilly's travails--that this was "all" that was wrong with them). It was without a doubt the most incredibly vivid dream of my life. The only unrealistic part was that I somehow had not been "showing" at all; in fact, I hadn't even known I was pregnant until I popped them out!
Of course, that made perfect sense in the dream. *rolleyes*
Still. It was so real, I actually woke up, looked around, realized that I had not in fact just given birth to a beautiful pair of baby boys, and felt an extraordinarily keen sense of disappointment.
Which leaves me wondering...did that dream actually mean something (premonition?), or is it merely a reflection of my recent crazy wistfulness to have a baby (or babies) inside me again?
Jacob gave me The Weird Look when I told him about it. "Oh, no...you'd better not be pregnant." :D
I rather mirror his half-joking hope...after all, it's way too soon, and I'm exhausted enough as it is. But the inevitable woman in me...the wildly maternal part of me...well, that's where that crazy wistfulness comes from.
At any rate, it turns out that Lilly just might be teething after all. The trouble sleeping, the loss of appetite, the uncharacteristic unwillingness to keep a pacifier in her mouth for longer than ten seconds, the unexplained crankiness, and the rubbing and pulling at her cheeks, along with chewing rather than sucking on most stuff, all seems to add up. Poor girl.
I gave her some rice cereal today for the first time. She seemed to like it okay, although she got more on her bib than she did in her tummy. :D
And now, I'm off to bed. Guten nacht, everybody.
Last night I had a dream that I gave birth to twin boys. We named them Dorian and Tristan. They were about a month premature, and had to stay in the hospital overnight on oxygen (while I was experiencing a sense of relief--brought on by Lilly's travails--that this was "all" that was wrong with them). It was without a doubt the most incredibly vivid dream of my life. The only unrealistic part was that I somehow had not been "showing" at all; in fact, I hadn't even known I was pregnant until I popped them out!
Of course, that made perfect sense in the dream. *rolleyes*
Still. It was so real, I actually woke up, looked around, realized that I had not in fact just given birth to a beautiful pair of baby boys, and felt an extraordinarily keen sense of disappointment.
Which leaves me wondering...did that dream actually mean something (premonition?), or is it merely a reflection of my recent crazy wistfulness to have a baby (or babies) inside me again?
Jacob gave me The Weird Look when I told him about it. "Oh, no...you'd better not be pregnant." :D
I rather mirror his half-joking hope...after all, it's way too soon, and I'm exhausted enough as it is. But the inevitable woman in me...the wildly maternal part of me...well, that's where that crazy wistfulness comes from.
At any rate, it turns out that Lilly just might be teething after all. The trouble sleeping, the loss of appetite, the uncharacteristic unwillingness to keep a pacifier in her mouth for longer than ten seconds, the unexplained crankiness, and the rubbing and pulling at her cheeks, along with chewing rather than sucking on most stuff, all seems to add up. Poor girl.
I gave her some rice cereal today for the first time. She seemed to like it okay, although she got more on her bib than she did in her tummy. :D
And now, I'm off to bed. Guten nacht, everybody.