I had the most real, awful dream last night, and I woke up in a sweat. I dreamt it was my last semester of college and I was taking a class from a tough professor. For some reason I'd missed the first class. During the 2nd class, I had to get up to go to the bathroom, but it took me a long time to find the bathroom, so when I got back I'd missed most of the quiz. The prof decided to make an example of me and wouldn't let me re-take the quiz, and she just kept publically berating me until I was crying. Finally I just kind of blurted out, "But I'm pregnant!" Then she assumed it was an unwed pregnancy, so I said I was married. Then she started calling it a shotgun wedding. I'm telling you, I have no idea why it was such a bad dream, but YIKES!
On tap today: put together changing table, pack my hospital bag, get my hair cut, take a nap, and some other smaller items. I love being at home! I'm still in my bathrobe!
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