This time I made some kind of soup for a party with Tom's family but was having trouble getting it heated up. And then, the more I heated it in the microwave, the less soup was in the container. I kept apologizing to everyone for not making enough and insisting I wouldn't eat any. My sister-in-law sat in the room with me the whole time giving me tips on how to reheat it and telling me about similar issues she had had with soup SHE had made recently. Then, something went wrong with the microwave and I exposed everyone to radiation when somehow I managed to run it with the door open. Meanwhile, Tom kept telling me to give up on it because I was missing the party and there was plenty of other food anyway.

Under normal circumstances, I am not a dreamer, but something happens to my brain when the pregnancy hormones get going and I dream like CRAZY and it's all WEIRD, weird stuff.

No babies in last nights dream sequences either... but at least there were no evil red-eyed dolls hanging around.