Dreams.

One time, just one time, I would like to go to one of those crazy people who translate what your dreams mean.

Let's face it, one of the million weird things about pregnancy is the dreams you have.

Insert dream #1...

Baby #2 comes out looking like my old dog Bailey. {RIP Bailey... sniff sniff} Okay, I always thought she was cute, but c'mon... seriously? I also had this dream when I was pregnant with Jaxon, so maybe we'll get lucky again and he won't come out looking like a chihuahua.

Dream #2...

My teeth get crooked again. This might be a self-conscious thing, from 24 years of bad teeth and the haunting memory of my Dad attempting to be a dentist and pull my teeth out with a pliers ...

Dream #3...

Tyler riding in a car with a girl named Kasey. She calls to tell me he doesn't think we're working out anymore. Okay, maybe another self-conscious thing. Moving on ...

Dream #4...

Jaxon having wings. Enough said.

Dream #5...

No matter what Tyler said to me, I was unable to respond with anything except "YOU SUCK!"

ie: "hey hazel, good morning" - "YOU SUCK!" ... "what do you want for lunch?" - "YOU SUCK!" ... "i love you..?" - "YOU SUCK!"

Not nice, but kinda funny.

I wonder if I was yelling that in my sleep during my dream. Oh, to be a fly on the wall during times like that.

Another time I wanted to be a "fly on the wall" is when my husband announced to me that he has to bend his knees and squat down in the shower in order to rinse out his hair. Our shower head was obviously installed by someone half his height, poor guy.

The thought of that makes me bust a gut. Hilarious. Time for a new shower head.