Baby Dreams

Well, I am now 14 weeks and 1 day. Today is Warren's 29th birthday and we just finished a lovely breakfast and then are heading to the doctor. After a relaxed morning, heading to work sounds TERRIBLE, but I'll cope. At least I have his birthday dinner and german chocolate cake to look forward to!

Last week I had my second baby dream. Again, it was a boy. Hmmm...
In the dream my baby was about the size of my friend's three year old. Thank goodness the birth wasn't in the dream! My little giant baby was fine with me, I was crazy about him! He looked like me, or my dad, depending on how you want to look at it. Which is funny because rationally I have always imagined our children taking after Warren. Anyways, me and my giant baby played and snuggled. It was only weird when strangers would come up to me and say, "Oh what an adorable little boy! How old is he?" Then I would reply, "Oh he's 5 months old." That is when the strangers would look at me as if I were on crack. The weirdest thing about the dream is the aftermath. So far I have just been going along, excited to buy clothes, excited to decorate a nursery, etc. Somehow in that weird little dream everything changed. I LOVED that baby. Now ever since I am dying to meet this little person. On a side note, I have also been dreaming about my bf's pets. Weird.

We are off to the doctor!