What's that about?

I think I'm some kind of deranged lunatic. At least I am if you judge me by my dreams. Maybe it's just the pregnancy producing some strange hormones while I sleep (some would contest that being pregnant is lunacy of its own). Sometimes I have anxiety dreams that I give birth to the alien or something.



Other times I dream that I'm saying exactly what I think of everyone's comments.


Other person: Maybe you should take a prenatal yoga class so you don't gain too much weight.

Me: Hmm, sounds interesting. I'll get right on that.

Other person: Yeah, I've heard it really helps you stay toned, makes the birth easier.

Me: Great. While I go do that, would you mind carrying around this basketball for me for the next 7 months? Oh yeah, and don't forget to clean it off after you push it through your obviously sizeable ass.


Then there's the combo pissed off/anxiety driven dream where I'm saving my babies from the gestapo or some such. I hate everyone, can't trust them, have to physically exert myself constantly (my true nightmare) and can never sleep (the ultimate torture).

Maybe it's just the acid reflux.