I had the oddest dream last night. I had a dream that we had our baby, but it was like the size of my palm, but completely healthy. And our birthing center place was this room above a convenience store/sleazy diner in somewhere like Canada. And Derek and I were all on our own, no midwife, nothing. But the doctor (I'm not even using a doctor) came later, after we had showered, down the street, in some department store and had to walk back to our room in our towels. Which he was shocked at! And he treated the employees/waitresses like his nurses. Maybe they were. I don't know. But it was strange and interesting. But most of my dreams have been lately. I've had another dream a few times now, where I'm back in band and choir singing and playing my baritone. And I always wake up very happy.
I guess this is me announcing. Yes, we are pregnant. I am almost 12 weeks, so just about out of the 1st trimester. Can I use it as my excuse for totally slacking on my 30x30? I'm just not feeling it right now. I even tried to choose loose, comfy, concealing clothing. Oh well. I'll be doing it for awhile. Or I'll just quit. Depends on when I'll have to start wearing maternity. We'll see.