Yesterday marked the beginning of Week 24 of this pregnancy — and for those of you who don’t spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about pregnancy, that means I’m 60% of the way through the official 40 week countdown, and a few weeks shy of the Third Trimester.
(Any time you’re curious about how far along I am, scroll all the way to the bottom of the blog. I have a very informative countdown ticker in the footer.)
It has also been a week of the return of the wacky pregnancy symptoms: leg cramps, exhaustion, vomiting, and bizarre dreams.
Honestly, I hate the dreams the most.
This morning I came wide awake in a heartbeat, shortly after 4 am, because of a dream. In the dream, I was checking email, and saw a message from an ex with a subject line like, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I guess I should feel reassured that the whole rest of my conscious and subconscious mind — and body even — simultaneously refused to go there. Instead I sat up, wide awake, with an image of lots of thorny branches preventing me from even seeing the computer screen fading from my sleepy mind. Even in the dream, I never even clicked to read the message.
I still don’t like it.
Last time I was pregnant, I had totally inappropriate and disturbing dreams about exes. This was, at least, better than that.
But exes of mine? Would you mind staying out of my dreams, please? I’m happy to think about you while I’m awake and at least arguably rational — hell, some of you are good friends and I like thinking about you.
But not in my dreams.

Liza:
If you can get to Nashville or Chicago, you can have free ice cream today: http://www.baskinrobbins.com/Spotlight/bumpday.aspx?loc=interstitialskip
Maybe while you’re there you could use your lawyerly powers to arrange free ice cream for adoptive dads? In, like, Milwaukee?