crickets
(Ariel)
I want this big belly to not be in my way anymore. I have a feeling that I won't be giving birth early, though.
Erica-- happy early birthday(!!!)...you're getting a little thing in the mail (late)...Your birthday is pretty much the only birthday I can remember next to John's and my brother Isaac's. I'm *that* bad with birthdays. I can never remember if my mom's is oct.2nd or 4th...and the only way I can be accurate with my dad's birthday is if I google kurt cobain's birthday (they share a bday).
I woke up from a dream in which I was sobbing hysterically...and this dream logic is so difficult to explain, so I'll just say that basically, Paul (Ashley/gay paul) was doing something unhealthy, like this new drug, and when I tried to stop him, it led to his death. So I was extraordinarily upset and just...sobbing. I woke up and my eyes were a little wet (pillow was wetter, but who says I wasn't just drooling?) but I wasn't upset or anything...
It was just kind of startling to be feeling this really intense emotion and then *poof* everything is normal, in a matter of seconds.
I had this other dream where I worked at a hotel that Elvis (alive! and not old!) was living in seclusion in, and I had to bring him some food...and then it was like this strange, twisted romantic fantasy. With Elvis! heh. I was glad to wake up to John. John has stopped getting pissy when I wake up in the middle of the night five times and walk around doing random crap like taking the hamster wheel away from Jasper, or loudly shaking some tums out of the bottle for myself, or getting the heater for kiki. Now, he just does nice things. This is EXCELLENT because soon I will be waking up twenty times a night for the baby.
I want this big belly to not be in my way anymore. I have a feeling that I won't be giving birth early, though.
Erica-- happy early birthday(!!!)...you're getting a little thing in the mail (late)...Your birthday is pretty much the only birthday I can remember next to John's and my brother Isaac's. I'm *that* bad with birthdays. I can never remember if my mom's is oct.2nd or 4th...and the only way I can be accurate with my dad's birthday is if I google kurt cobain's birthday (they share a bday).
I woke up from a dream in which I was sobbing hysterically...and this dream logic is so difficult to explain, so I'll just say that basically, Paul (Ashley/gay paul) was doing something unhealthy, like this new drug, and when I tried to stop him, it led to his death. So I was extraordinarily upset and just...sobbing. I woke up and my eyes were a little wet (pillow was wetter, but who says I wasn't just drooling?) but I wasn't upset or anything...
It was just kind of startling to be feeling this really intense emotion and then *poof* everything is normal, in a matter of seconds.
I had this other dream where I worked at a hotel that Elvis (alive! and not old!) was living in seclusion in, and I had to bring him some food...and then it was like this strange, twisted romantic fantasy. With Elvis! heh. I was glad to wake up to John. John has stopped getting pissy when I wake up in the middle of the night five times and walk around doing random crap like taking the hamster wheel away from Jasper, or loudly shaking some tums out of the bottle for myself, or getting the heater for kiki. Now, he just does nice things. This is EXCELLENT because soon I will be waking up twenty times a night for the baby.