dreams

Pregnancy dreams are the weirdest.  The most vivid dreams that just stick with you all day.  Kind of like the nausea that I thought was gone, but just keeps rearing its ugly head.

Last night I was moving to New York City.  I was climbing fire escapes.  Riding ferries across the Hudson.  Eating in impossibly tiny restaurants.  Everything.  So naturally when I finally calmed my nausea to get out of bed this morning, I found all of the apartments that I could move to in the West Village.  I'm probably a West Village kind of girl.  Never having been to New York [not even a fly-through].  Ever.  That's just my guess.  Never would I fit into the Upper East Side.  

Today I composed my most convincing email to J about why we needed to move, complete with my 4 favorite, sort of in our price range, apartments.

He remains unconvinced.  He's too sensible about how much we'd miss our family, this baby, grown up things.

Here I sit.  In Iowa.

additionally: dreams included running through a labyrinth a la Percy Jackson book 4 [every place in the labyrinth was someplace I've been like hospitals, the Mall of America, a Bed Bath and Beyond in Chicago across from the Weber Grill Restaurant, ribs please?], also a horrible dream that I had a miscarriage.  I won't go into detail about that one, but it was very detailed.