For those that have been pregnant before, you may remember the CRAZY dreams that plague our sleep during these 9 (10) months. If you haven’t had the experience, trust me, it’s as bizarre as it can get.
Last night was no exception.
Let me set the stage for you – girls weekend. I’m pregnant, just as far along as I am now – 6 months. IRL I have started getting kicks that rival the worst that Chuck Norris or Jackie Chan can dish out. In my dream – I am showing my friends how Carson Bishop is moving and poking. I look down at my stomach and his whole FACE is pressed up against my skin – like he is trying to BURST out ala Alien. I’m waiting for my stomach to split open and have a baby with a top hat and cane do a jig!
He has red hair (like hubby) but fashioned in a mullet. With sideburns. And a beard. WTF? I mean, REALLY? His features were so distinct.
Crazy. I mean, beyond crazy. I had a hard time falling back to sleep after that one.
(Read this post carefully….I’ve put a surprise in there for y’all! I’ll let you find it!)