I had an odd dream last night.

Adam came to visit and with this visit he delivered a pizza to me and Sparky.  It was an odd pizza with sesame seeds and corn.  I thought it was really gross, who puts sesame seeds and corn on a pizza?

Then I heard a small little cry.

On the pizza was my brand new baby.  Not a boy, but a little girl. A teeny tiny little girl.  She was so tiny that she was only on one piece of the pre-sliced pizza and then only on the very tip.

I kept forgetting she was there and Sparky had to keep reminding me not to eat her.

Hello, Freud?

We had a great time with Adam, though.


I talked to my sister yesterday.  She finally explained why she doesn’t like the color pink.

It’s because she doesn’t think that pink should have it’s own color category.  It should be considered light red or perhaps pastel red.  That pink gets its own category when no other color gets such thoughtfulness really bothers her.

I understood.

Then we discussed which one of us has lost more organs via surgery.

We’re competitive like that.


I think I might be the only mother in history to call her unborn a little fucker.

I’m so over being pregnant and I think Loki is too.

I used to play “I’m not invading your personal space” with him.  I don’t do that anymore because he wins.  I poke him in the belly and he pokes me in the bladder or the lung.  Or the cervix or the ribs.  He’s definitely got the advantage.

I knew reading him Sun Tzu in utero was perhaps a mistake. I just didn’t want to bore him with Baby Einstein.

I told Sparky this morning that I was either pregnant with Stewie or the dumbest kid in the world. He is either trying to kill me or just not clever enough to figure things out.  I’m going with the clever.

The thing is, he keeps knocking his head on my cervix.  Yes, I’ve started to efface, but he’s the one in control.  If he wants out, knocking on heaven’s door ain’t going to do it.  He needs to let go some of those other hormones and I’ll be more than happy to do the rest. But seriously, stop with the headbanging.  ITS NOT WORKING. Give me a break.

I saw the OB last week.  He says in the next week and a half.  Looks like Lokster might be early.  Well, relatively.  How about just not late?


6 thoughts on “Randomness

  1. What about Violet? Doesn’t it get its own color category?
    And hey, does it matter anyway if the Czech porn star is wearing it?

  2. To see or eat pizza in your dream, represents abundance, choices, and variety. It may also indicate that you are lacking or feeling deprived of something. To see corn in your dream, signifies abundance, growth and fertility. The seeds are related to fertility. To dream of an extremely small baby, symbolizes your helplessness and your fears of letting others become aware of your vulnerabilities and incompetence. You may be afraid to ask for help and as a result tend to take matters into your own hands.

    I stole all that from dreammoods.com which has become what I have been basing all of my important decisions on. Screw logic.

    All of that is interesting, but I am just completely baffled by someone who doesn’t like pink.

    Blog on, Mama. Blog on.

  3. Adam: You are such a great delivery guy. Can the next one be a boy and a bit bigger. Like 4 kilos? And can we have it tonight? His room is ready.

    Snooks: I have to tell you, when the czech porn star arrives, I will call you. You wlll be our official interviewer.

    We’ll have to ask Mim about violet. Mim? How do you feel about that color?

    Jen: Thanks for the interpretation. Awesome. And i do feel incredibly lucky right now.

    Maria: Awesome advice!

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