Talk about needing to get my head on straight when I got up this morning! I could have said "Bad Dreams" in the title, but it was more like normal dreams with a bad memory. I was absolutely convinced that Brenden was dead. I "remembered" him getting hit by a car and killed, right around the time I got pregnant. In the dream, it was a totally matter-of-fact thing, because it had happened so long ago. Then, as it got closer to morning, my brain started leaking reality. So I'd be thinking, no, he's not dead, he's really alive...isn't he? Isn't he? And then it would go from there, to "where is he?", because of course he wasn't with me wherever I was in the dream, because in the dream he was dead! Felt like I had Ouroboros in my head....sheesh!

Why do women bother to get their hair done and put on makeup before they go to have a baby? I know they say that they want to look nice in the new-baby pictures, but do they really think that their hair and makeup is going to last through labor and delivery? Their hair is probably going to be droopy and sweaty no matter what, and if they put on makeup, they're just going to end up looking like Tammy Faye. Oh, wait, these are the women who are going to ask for an epidural at 2 cm, so they don't have to be bothered with the sensations and the baby will just pop out...