Last night I had a dream I was pregnant...I suppose it's a side effect of working at a pregnancy magazine, but it was bizarre nonetheless. I wasn't just pregnant though, I was
really pregnant, like way into the third trimester. I was also sitting on the edge of a banister over a long drop. I could really feel how huge my belly was and I remember thinking I'd better be careful not to fall over. Who the hell dreams of shit like this?! It reminds me of my old baby dreams. I used to dream every so often about babies, not just me having them, but people giving them to me, and once I was one myself. I mean, I really want to have babies, but that's so not going to happen for another ten years or so, as long as I have my way.
On a completely different note: I'm going to Costa Rica!!! Heather and I just booked the flight tonight (finally, after months of deliberation) for August. Can't wait to dust off my old backpacking gear and get out into the wilderness again! Whoopeeeeeeeeeeee!