Sick Dream

Yeah I'm sick. Again. Or still. Whatever. I have 102 fever and my whole body hurts and my head is pounding and gah!

I was able to sleep this morning, since nanny Kat came to watch the kids. Very nice of her. While I slept, I had a CRAZY dream. You know that my dreams are even crazier than normal when I have a fever.

I can't believe I'm blogging right now, but I knew that if I didn't put it in writing immediately that I wouldn't remember.

So, in real life, not the dream, Mark from SYTYCD will be teaching at the convention my instructors and dancers will be attending this weekend. Which is why I had the following dream...

We were eating dinner at Siena (see the previous post) with Katie Reeves (MaryJane's mom from a post a while ago) and her husband. Katie was one of the people who suggested we try Siena, so I'm sure this is why she was in my dream. The food and service was WAY better in my dream than last weekend. We were eating course after course, and people I know started eating at the restaurant as well. They were all dance moms from the studio. And then a middle school drill team came in uniform and sat and a super long table. I overheard one of them saying they were in town for the dance convention this weekend.

Then Mark from SYTYCD entered the restaurant. Which was suddenly the hotel the convention will be at. We were drinking wine, eating tons of food, ordering dessert, drinking more wine... it was a very debaucharous evening. The middle school girls were in a separate room at this point, don't worry. We ended up in Mark's hotel room and HERE IS WHERE IT GETS WEIRD.

Mark decided he wanted to take a shower, so Mike and I joined him in the bathroom. I know. So weird. We sat on the toilet and the sink counter and talked to him while he showered. The shower curtain was like half-size, so we could see his upper torso and face. Then, I couldn't see any of him. Mike started looking at me like he was totally creeped out and said "I think we should leave Mark alone now" and pulled me by my arm out of the bathroom. I was concerned, and Mike said that Mark was "sitting in a ball on the shower floor, shivering as if he was really cold, but was burning up". How he could tell he was burning up, I don't know. But I do know that this is how I'm feeling today, so I'm sure that's why it was in the dream.

So, Mark came out of the bathroom, and things were awkward. So, we joined the middle school drill team and stretched with them. Yes, me AND Mike. Stretching.

Somehow it became time to pay for all of the food, and the bill was close to $2,000. And we were $90 short and this did not make me happy. I felt like one of Mark's friends skipped out on the bill. So, I went to go get dressed for bed, and Mark's friend came to the door, hid where he didn't think I could see him and TRIED TO WATCH ME CHANGE CLOTHES! I saw him immediately, called him out, and he apologized and paid his $90.

The end.

I Had A Dream

I'm having some crazay dreams these days... decided I'd try to post them. For your entertainment and for my memory.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

In no particular order...

Dream #1:

Mike, Addy and I were in a cheap motel room. I was totally grossed out. We smelled smoke coming from outside, so went out to investigate. We saw a man using a cheap charcoal grill to make a bomb. (I have no idea). We wanted to call 911, but knew that the man would get angry if he knew that's what we were doing, so we decided to create a distraction by singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb". We successfully called the po-po and started to walk to our car... which, for some reason, was not nearby. We'd been walking for a while when we heard the cop cars arriving, and helicopters and airplanes, too. Then the bomber pulled up to us in his car. The police did the whole "STOP! GET OUT OF THE CAR AND PUT YOUR HAND UP!" deal, and he did. Somewhere around here in the dream, I'm not sure of the exact moment, but somewhere, the bomber turned into Matt Damon. So Matt Damon got out of the car, opened his trunk and pulled out an oozey (oozie? I don't know my guns... but it was HUGE and fired lots of shots in a row). He was shooting at the police airplanes (again, I have no idea) mostly. Mike and I crouched down to protect Addison. I guess Matt Damon ran out of ammo, because they eventually got him.

Dream #2:

Was back in San Angelo (where my dad and grandparents lived while I was growing up). Went out to my grandfather's lake house. It was totally different, and I was SUPER upset about this. The lake didn't even look the same. There were weird islands, and the houses that we used to see across the lake were totally different. For some reason, this upset me, too. (like, REALLY upset me). Anyway, went into town, and somehow ended up on a boat, because I guess in my dream San Angelo had turned into a town on water, or something? It was like some weird amusement park or something. Everyone was dressed in lederhosen and were selling souveniers and turkey legs. I woke up from this dream super sad.

Dream #3:

San Angelo again. Lake house again. This time we were trying to decide how to fix it up to sell it. The house was disgusting. Which really wasn't a crazy part of the dream... in real life, the house was disgusting. Anyway, it dawned on me that Uncle Frank and Cheryl should totally buy the lake house! It made perfect sense! I called Frank, and he agreed, we both were so amused that neither one of us had thought of this before! I left the lake house, was driving in my car and talking to Mike on my phone, when I saw a baby about Aiden's age lying on the side of the road, kicking and squirming. I pulled over to check things out, and when I got out of the car, there were about a dozen other cars pulling over to help as well. So I drove off, knowing everything was fine. (?) I turned into a new neighborhood in San Angelo, one that I had never seen, and spun totally out of control, barely missing 2 houses and a mail box.

That's all for now. Will try to keep this up.

My Fat Feet

If I don't pop this baby out soon, I may just pop.

amazingness

I have tried and tried to capture these videos and FINALLY found success tonight! This baby boy kicks, punches, squirms. etc. way more than I remember Addison moving. His movements are so strong that I can see them through my shirt ALL THE TIME. That never happened with Addison. Her kicks were more a shift in position, say, to lodging her leg in between two of my ribs and then staying there for a couple of weeks, resulting in interior bruising that hurt like the dickens. No pain here, just crazy amazing visuals to go with the crazy amazing feeling of your baby kicking you from the womb.

I'll admit, these aren't great, and if you don't know what you're looking for, you'll miss it. He's kicking pretty much constantly during both of these videos, but the main kick or punch you can see in the first video is around :11 or :12

I have my hand on my belly at the start of this one, a.) because I wanted to illustrate that my belly is not QUITE as huge as it looks from the angle of the camera. My hand looks huge, too, and we all know I don't have huge hands. I also had my had there, because b.) the main place he was kicking at that point wad under my middle finger. He has a good kick at :13, then on the total opposite side of my tummy around :23.


Enjoy! Or be creeped out! Whichever way you want to take it!

Edited to add: hmmm.... the movement doesn't show up so great in the tiny video here on the blog :( Looks way better when I watch it on my computer. Oh, well...

Did You Know?

The baby who is starting to poke it's way through what used to be my semi-flat tummy and making it's appearance through the ever-fun "baby bump" is the size of a peach.

On a semi-related note, I had a dream a few nights ago about our baby. It was the most detailed dream I think I've EVER had. We had a girl, Mike missed the birth, as it was a very quick labor and delivery- I only pushed two times. (I told you it was detailed!) She came 3 weeks early, weighed 6lbs 8 oz and was 19.5 inches long. She had LOTS of dark hair, and it was very curly. We did name her, but I won't tell what the name was quite yet, because if this baby IS a girl, the dream name will indeed be her name. And for whatever reason I'm not ready to share. Oh, and when I woke up, I looked down at my still small tummy and was SO SAD. It's going to be so long until I get to meet this baby, I don't want to wait to have the feeling I felt so vividly in my dream!!

While pregnant with Addison, I had girl dreams, too. I wonder if this means anything?? We'll just have to wait and see, I guess...

Did You Know?

The baby that I am growing inside of my body is the size of a large lime.