CRAZY Dream. Seriously. Crazy.

{Disclaimer:No idea who this kid is. Found the picture on Google images}

Last night I slept really well for a change. Usually I'm moving all over the place and getting up to go to the bathroom and all that jazz. I was sacked yesterday because I worked on the house for G's nap NONSTOP and was wired all day for some reason. So, anyway....

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{Those are the Wayne's World dream waves}

So, I was at some outdoor event/concert/thing with a girl that I honestly haven't seen since high school. Weird.

At some point I go in to labor and have Elliot.

However. She is an alligator. AN ALLIGATOR! People, what is wrong with me. It was so vivid and I was so upset. I was asking if I had to breastfeed her. Not because I was worried about breastfeeding an alligator with razor sharp teeth...which would be the first concern of normal crazy people. No, I was wondering because since she turned out to be a reptile, I wanted to start trying again right away to get pregnant with a real baby. I was worried that the breastfeeding would keep my hormones out of wack like last time and it would take me forever to get pregnant and I am getting quite impatient.

I was like, how do I explain this one?! An alligator! Do alligators fly free on airplanes?? How did they not catch this on the level 2 ultrasound?!

Then I woke up and had that...'Phew..that was just a dream' feeling. Even though the whole giving birth  to a large scaly creature should have tipped me off.

Anyway. I haven't had as many dreams this pregnancy because I haven't been sleeping very well and had to document this craziness. In case Elliot happens to be the next Crocodile Hunter and we can use this story for publicity or something.

In other news. I got out the baby carrier/carseat to make sure it was on the itty bitty baby adjustment and put the extra little padding in and put her cute pink toys on it that Griffin picked out.

Griffin thought it was Christmas. Actually better than Christmas since that was a bit overwhelming for him. He crawled in it and started making baby noises. Then he ever so gently asked for his paci and blankies and continued to sit there watching his pre-bed cartoon. I love my little baby. However whenever I call him "baby" he corrects me with, "No. No baby. I Giffy!" He asked me to carry him around in it...we didn't make it very far. Little goober. I think he will be so excited when he realizes Elliot is an actual baby and not a figment of his mom's imagination...he would actually probably be more excited if she did happen to be an alligator.

 "PACI!!!!!!"

He got so relaxed I asked Andrew if it would be weird to strap him in and let him sleep in it on his big boy bed. I don't think he even responded. Uh...yeah...I was just kidding....uhhuh...