They say that pregnant women have the funkiest dreams - nightmares about the 'what-ifs' and warm dreams of baby love. I don't believe its the hormones. I believe its just that we sleep less, and because our sleep is so interrupted, we remember more of our dreams than the average person.
I've been lucky until now to have only had two dreams about the baby, both fairly whimsical and fun. The last one followed very closely an episode of Discovery's Special Delivery I'd watched that night (Joe is right, I need to lay off that channel). I dreamt she arrived, and was actually a he. Whoops.
The funny one, the dream I've been wanting to tell you about, is
my simian dream. I dreamt that the big day came, and she arrived,
and what do you know? She looked just like a baby monkey, with fine
white hair around her face, and skinny limbs. She was sweet and
cuddly and goofy. I stuck a diaper on her and swaddled her
and thought how lucky I was to have the most adorable baby in the
world. Probably because she reminded me of her
father. Love ya babe.
Steve?
Joe was unpacking some of his old bags and ran across this beaut!
Its his genu-INE llama poncho from Peru.
Hey, pretty lady!
Like I said on the baby shower
page, we're headed to Joe's family reunion in Laguna for the
week. I wouldn't count on any bathing suit shots of my belly, but
you never know. Until then....
April 24, 2005
Hello! Welcome to the monthly news update.
It was never supposed to be a month between entries, but such is
life sometimes.
The last month has been hectic. At the end of March we decided we
couldn't put off finding a larger place any longer, and we signed
a lease on a four bedroom ten minutes away. It is sooooo much bigger,
nicer, homier. We've spent the last three weeks packing and moving
things between the two houses using a trailer one of Joe's buddies
lent him. Three weeks, you say?! I move slow nowadays.
Joe was a total trooper though, hauling all the heavy stuff.
You should have seen him trying to get our king sized mattress up
the stairs by himself. Someone should have seen him.
I couldn't watch. We finally turned in the keys on Wednesday,
ending our McClellan experience.
Joe and Tric packing the trailer. This was at the beginning. Note the organization.
I took some photos of the new place for you all.
The living room.
On the other side, the dining room.
Guest bedrooms and bathroom.
Master
bath and nursery.
Kitchen with junk.
Back yard with gazebo.
Now we're tackling the unpacking... I haven't taken any photos
of that because, well, its ugly. I do have some photos from last
month to share with you however.
Tric's last bath at McClellan. Pregnant women should not bathe dogs.
At least not dogs that scream like little girls and make
us chase them around trees. I hurt for days.
Can you see the evil being plotted?
My clothes, after bath.
Joe's birthday was last month,
and since I didn't post any photos of the celebration then, I thought
I'd share a couple now. If you're wondering, its not that
the computer is working any better than it was (Joe keeps telling
me to stop cussing in front of the baby). I just don't want
to unpack.
Joe blows out the candles on his strawberry cheesecake.
Tric gets in the spirit, with Joe's help.
Not a birthday photo, but I had to share it anyway.
All I know is that sausage got its revenge.
And lastly.... drumroll please....
Seven months.
Eight months.
If you're wondering about the brandy photo - I asked
Joe to help me take a body shot. He got really excited but
a little confused. Next thing you know, that photo will be
traveling the email circuit with some horrific story of a drunk
mother.
If you have a minute, check out our
Baby Shower page!
