Week 15 - Obama and Thumb

Hello Week 15, hello to the continuation of bizarre dreams and cravings!

This was an eventful week indeed! I barely saw my husband between late night sims and hockey tournaments, but I kept myself busy! Not only did my lovely friends (thanks McWrays) help me out by doing some of the heavy lifting and painting, but I also got to see my folks who brought curtains and grape green into our lives (thanks Nana and Popi!). I have never seen a room painted so quickly. As Chris has mentioned, it is called grape green, and I have also spent a great deal of time sitting in that room and imagining what future months will bring. I typically snap out of it when the dogs realize I'm sitting on the floor and that makes me free game for a facial saliva soaking (their specialty). In future daydreams, I will use the futon. Below is a picture, and while the lighting is not perfect and it was taken on my phone...hopefully you get an idea of the colors and yes fabric #3 from last week was the winner! My future holds making my very first blanket, baby bumpers, and a bed skirt among other things.

I have also become increasingly self-conscious as my belly grows and my pants not only refuse to button, but now the zipper follows suit in the mutiny. My shirts are now starting to feel tighter in the waist area, and my paranoia leads me to believe that others will take a second look when they see me, because they are uncertain as to whether I've just put on a few or perhaps that suspect a baby.

My latest dreams that amuse me include:

• thumb wrestling with Obama in hopes that if I was the victor, I would never again pay taxes. Unbeknownst to me, as soon as the game started I realized his thumb was so big that it would reign down on mine like a sledge hammer on a pin. He laughed somewhat maniacally and asked if I would rather pay taxes...I hesitated.


• I watched the movie Zombieland. That night, I dreamt that the baby was born, and was the world's smallest zombie. While the image brings humor, the idea of nursing said baby brings pure horror to me. Needless to say, Chris didn't make it. He is now among the undead thanks to our blood-thirsty spawn.


• Finally, I had a dream that I went on Oprah, because I had the world's smartest baby, who understood morse code through the womb and would tap on my ribs to tell me what she wanted to eat. Despite my cravings for red meat and grapes, the baby claimed she wanted Chinese food.

Take from those dreams what you will. I dare not psychoanalyze them. In just over a week, I'm New Orleans bound for my lovely sister's bachelorette weekend! I'm ridiculously excited and have a lot of fun things planned. By then, the baby will also be able to hear, so she will be exposed to smooth jazz, Aunt Jenn's giggle-buzz, Nana's apple-tini-induced singing, and Aunt E's, well, Aunt-E's normal voice, because she has the amazing ability to appear sober against all odds...though I'm sure she'll make funny faces. ;)

Fun baby facts:

Baby is over 4 inches long

She now has air sacs in her lungs and she moves amniotic fluid through her nostrils and into her respiratory tract

She is sensitive to light, despite her eyes still being closed. While Chris wants to test this somehow with a flashlight, McGiver hasn't figured out yet how to tell if the baby actually moves away from the beam.

Love you all!

P.S. According to babycenter.com -- she looks something like this