No sign of Junior making his entrance into this world. I thought for sure Friday was The Day, primarily because Thursday was The Night from Hell (day 14 of less than three hours of sleep). When I arose, I announced to Jamie I was marching into the doctor’s office and she was going to induce me Or Else. Because I am exceedingly intimidating and threatening these days; I could crush a person by merely sitting on them.
Turns out my plan didn’t exactly work but my doc gave me something even better than Junior at this point: Ambien. Sleep: it’s a whole new world….
During the rare times I do sleep, I’ve had really dramatic, sometimes psychotic dreams my entire pregnancy. My most recurring one is that I am at BYU and knocked up without a husband (for those unaware, BYU is my very conservative alma mater). Jamie’s lucky if he makes it into my dreams at all. And if he does, he’s usually the putz who knocked me up. What a coincidence.
The other night, I had a dream about Dwight from NBC’s “The Office.” No, it wasn’t anything naughty but he was a focal figure, which in itself is rather disturbing. For those unaware, Dwight is an irrepressible, irritating dweeb who has the uncanny ability to get under your skin. Someone who annoys the crap out of you but at the same time is equally hilarious and endearing.
Jamie and I were laying in bed the following night when I decided to fess up about my Dwight Dream.
“Jamie, I have a confession to make.”
“You farted.”
“No!!”
“Well, I did.”
“Gee, suddenly Dwight is looking really good to me right now.”
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