Dreaming…
I’ve been doing so much trying to get ready for the blogathon, that I’m dreaming about babies now. I dreamt that I delivered a premature baby. I remember I was holding her in my arms and thinking that she was so tiny. Then I got upset because the nurses had named her…I hadn’t gotten a chance to name her. Sadly I remember what they named her – Bethany Lee. Pretty name but not what I’m planning to name my daughter, if/when I ever have one.
And speaking of babies, I don’t know if my mother is really wanting a grandchild or if she’s worried about me getting pregnant because of my fibromyalgia, but every time I get sick, she asks if I could be pregnant. Mom, news flash…people catch colds and get stomach viruses…it doesn’t mean they are pregnant. Sheesh…but maybe it’s a mother’s intuition or something.
Oh yeah…I went to lunch last week with some co-workers to a china buffet. My fortune cookie read: “A small gift can bring joy to the whole family.” How weird is that?
