Nursing Bruce last night as Michael was at men's choir practice (oh, yeah, guess who got roped into that at the last minute? I figured that's what the phone call from Katie's father-in-law was about. Heh heh. And, no, I seriously DID NOT recommend Michael to Bob. I'm pretty sure it's because Michael and I sang in the Easter cantata a couple years ago. Really.) ... where was I?
Oh yeah, nursing.
So, Zo's in the crib, I'm nursing Bruce to get him ready for sleep. But it HURTS. Not quite like when he's nipping me ... but it's a sharp-poke pain. Wither the fries?!?
I take him off and look at him. There's something in his mouth. WITHER THE FRIES??? What is a pushpin doing in his mouth?? Where did he get it? And man, those are painful! No wonder he was starting to cry whenever he'd work at latching on!

Yeah.

And I had the attack of crazy/surreal/just-plain-weird dreams last night. (As opposed to the night before when I couldn't sleep after 4:30 A.M. Yeah. Long day then.

But to my dreams: In the first, I was in a car driven by Zog (a past friend and crush of mine). I remarked that his driving wasn't bad. I thought it'd be really boring (probably a subconcious stab at his real-life remark that I am a "reckless driver," which I'm SO not. I am a FUN driver. He just couldn't appreciate it. Which is yet another reason that I should be grateful that he never was into me. And my SUPERFUN driving skillz).
Anothe dream was that I had woken up, very real-life style with Bruce next to me. There was a fire around. I could see the reddish light from where we were in the bed. I had to grab my robe and Zoë and join the other tenants in the courtyard of our complex. ... It was just a dream, which is nice. I'm wondering if it was due to the reddish light of sunrise, though?
the third crazy dream I had was that I was at an organic market (like a Farmers' Market) and Kevin (a guy from my high school) was there as Bruce and I (I dream so much about my son. Probably since he was right next to me in bed, huh?) were looking at large herb plants. I was looking at a tree and trying to figure out what kind it was. I saw some small fruits and said "Pear?" And, suddenly, Kevin was there saying "Lilac." And I looked at the leaves and I should have known. And then I was thinking "Um, okay, Kevin's really talented and was a Valedictorian at school. What's he doing selling organic produce? ... Unless he's following his bliss, I guess. I mean, he realy did enjoy that movie Seven Years in Tibet."

Yes, that was a random memory to make its way into a dream ... but it is true. Every so often, I just am assaulted with random trivial memories. And now they're in my dreams.

Now, I'm jumping to yesterday EARLY morning. I was laying there in bed, not wanting to wake Bruce or Michael and I randomly thought, "Okay, I'm a size 14 in pants now. That's not too bad, since I was a 9-11 in high school. And 14 is like a 13, so I'm only really one or two pant sizes larger. I can handle that for my high school reunion in a couple years. Okay." (I never told you I wasn't shallow, so this shouldn't be a huge surprise). But, yeah, even with my pillow-skin mummy tummy, I'm getting more and more comfortable with my body. Yes, I'd love to have a smaller chest, tighter muscles and thinner thighs ... but what I am right now? Not so bad. Of course, I'm a ton smaller than I was about nine months ago ... carrying twins and 20-40 lbs of water makes you huge.

In other news, Michael and I watched The Lakehouse. It was cute. Not quite what I expected. And it was a little predictable. Somewhere in Time still wins at best time-space paradox romantic movie. And the music ... *le grande sigh* Besides, Christopher Reeves is so sweet in that ... well, besdies the not-married-intimacy not-so-subtly-implied scene ... but still. And Jane Seymore is gorgeous. I only can hope to age as gracefully as she has.

Now I'm blathering on again. So I'll close up.

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All I have to do is dream, dream, dream ... - 2006-10-20
(In which I talk in parentheses a lot ... oh wait, I'm doing it again!) - 2006-10-19
"Bitter, bitter.
I like it because it is bitter and because it is my heart."

Stephen Crane - 2006-10-17
I'll bet you wish were able to hang with me - 2006-10-16
The classics ... well, in a way - 2006-10-14

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