i have pregnant dreams...

quite often. three times, to be exact. it's beginning to terrify me. i can't decide what it means. each one has even gone in somewhat sequential order.

dream 1: i didn't realize i was prego until it was too late and i had been out drinking. i got really sad and worried that the baby would die and it would be my fault.

dream 2: i actually was giving birth to a baby in this one. in the middle of a room. on a bench. with all my friends around. everyone was preoccupied and didn't pay attention. the only person helping me, was directly behind me so i couldn't see them. they just quietly spoke to me, telling me what i should be doing. it got to a certain point where i was pushing and pushing and nothing was coming out so the voice informed me that i had lost the baby.

somewhere between the second and third dream: paula cooper, sarah's ma, dreamed i had a bebe. i couldn't take care of it and my parents weren't around for some reason, so she and sam did. i would come visit it and stuff. weird? yes.

dream 3: somehow i was pregnant again. i was about to have the baby. but the process was really weird. i watched this jar that had bubbles in it until one of the bubbles dropped, then it would be time. by ways other than natural birth, i somehow had a baby. a baby girl. and there was a father. or at least the child's face was an exact replica of their father. horrifying.

in other news...i bought a halloween costume tonight. it's a full-body cow suit with utters. get ready to bust a "moooooo"ve. (oookay, i suck.)

things that make me happy.

sometimes i just need to remind myself of the little things that make me happy.



dancing a foo.

the whole fam.









old friends.

new friends.





















target.



























cute boys.






























and most importantly, nutella.