And I mean THAT clock. Last night I had this crazy dream that I was pregnant. The entire dream itself is pretty hazy now, but there are a few specific "scenes" that I remember vividly.
So I'm at the store...Target to be exact...by all the fruits and veggies. I'm wearing this black sweater pushing the cart and I start getting that "hard" feeling in my belly. So I start rubbin on my belly and when I look down it was HUGE. I mean like at least 6 or 7 months huge.
So I continue pushing the cart and I see a friend of mine from back in Louisiana. I stroll over to her and she's all smiles telling me congrats and everything. And goes into saying how having children are such a blessing. And I respond with, "definitely a blessing to finally be having a girl." WTF?! I mean how did I already know I was having a girl when I didn't even know I was preggo lol. She then goes on to tell me thats it s a miracle and me, in probably the most snottiest voice say, "hell ya its a miracle, considering I got fixed." Then I woke up and had to go pee. (Sorry TMI there lol)
Man I wish I knew what that dream ACTUALLY means because, um, ya...I did get fixed.
It is kinda weird though because lately I have been obsessing about babies. Girl babies. Not having them. Well I guess, yes having them. I'm 30 and already have 4 children...am I really wanting to have another child? Or is it just my hormones being dumb? I mean it really would be a fuckin miracle if I got pregnant. But oh just thought of another little baby.....