dream a little dream...

They say that when you're pregnant you start having really weird, really life-like dreams.

I only wish some of them would come true because last night I dreamed about chocolate. I woke up and I was so disappointed, even sad... My dream was like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on steroids... You've never seen such delectable, rich, nutty, creamy, beautiful chocolate. Chocolate with nuts, dark chocolate, frothy chocolate, chocolate-covered strawberries, chocolate cheesecake drizzled with chocolate sauce... it was gorgeous...

And the best thing about it? I spent the whole night eating chocolate that would make the Lindt chocolatiers or Death by Chocolate restaurant owners cry or commit suicide in envy and I didn't gain a pound.

However, I did have one dream that I was glad wasn't real. M and I went Down South for Easter and we had a crash course in strollers. It is really amazing how easily you can get sucked in to the subculture that is baby and baby paraphernalia. You can buy a $50 stroller or you can pay $500. M and I had been looking and comparing online for a few weeks, then we went to four stores Down South... We found a great stroller that we were ready to buy... only it weighed 1000 pounds and I couldn't lift it. Fabulous... and I thought the hardest decision in my life would be whether to get round mirrors or oval mirrors for the table centrepieces for our wedding reception.

So that night I dreamed about strollers... and it was frightening. I dreamed we were in a store with thousands upon thousand of strollers that, gasp! we hadn't even heard about or looked at, AND WE WERE FORCED TO MAKE A DECISION RIGHT THEN AND THERE! Evil strollers were closing in on us and we couldn't escape... we had to make a decision... or die...

Okay, maybe I've watched too many horror films... that last part isn't true. But I'm not sure how the dream ended because thankfully I woke up. It was scary enough that I didn't want to go back to sleep because I was afraid the dream would continue...

Anyways, quick update: me is fine, baby is fine... Chickpea (the name my sisters gave the baby... as in pea in a pod) is starting to kick and twirl around. Chickpea doesn't like spicy food (though it's too bad, because I love it and am going to continuing eating it). He/she also doesn't like McDonalds. Chickpea also responds to loud male voices, for example, if the pastor in church really gets into his sermon and starts yelling or talking excitedly from the pulpit, Chickpea gets into it. Also if M is watching the hockey and Canucks score or he's playing Battlefield and gets killed and yells out... Chickpea doesn't like it either... I still get tired quite easily which is understandable considering what I went through, but my doctor thinks I shouldn't be this tired and ordered another slew of tests. I've given enough blood they can make a whole new person...

Goals this week: work on course and get my 10-year reunion write-up done - a task I'm dreading... I lived under Grace, I learned, I laughed, I cried, I loved and was loved in returned, I enjoyed life, I treasured the company of good friends, I captured life through my pen and my camera lens... and I hope all these things continue for the rest of my life... What more is there?

However, I will probably end up writing the typical blurb... blah blah blah... boring... any ideas on how to make it better? Would love to hear them...