If wishes and dreams would give me wings, I'd fly, fly, fly...
So I'm into my 18th week and feeling... tired. Who would have guessed?Besides the fact that I don't sleep well at all, I'm having bizarre dreams. My favorite thus far was about a week ago when I dreamt that I was carrying twin boys. During some very odd procedure, the Dr. lifted off the top of my stomach as if it were a lid. I peered down at the two boys. They were looking up at me smiling and laughing. I asked them what they wanted to be called and the first one, in a very tiny voice, said "I want to be called Cyrus." The other, in another tiny voice, said "I want to be called Jonathan." Then the Dr. closed the lid and said I was almost ready to have the babies. Now to me, the oddest part of the dream were the name choices my babies mentioned. Those names aren't on my list, not even at the bottom of my list! Of course, I know there is only one baby, but I don't know the gender at this point. The other dreams are varied, some are weird, while others are not.
My news for this week is my awful haircut. I went from one length (shoulder) to a bob. It's not the style that I don't like, it was a really bad cut.We'll see if I can get it fixed!
Well, my boys are fighting in the back yard..back to the real world...
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