The weird dreams continue for me. Last night I discovered an attic; I think it was in the house of my childhood friend. It was filled with treasures from my childhood except that they were treasures I had never seen before. But the dream me seemed to remember them. You'd think if you were going to dream about things that were special to you, you'd actually dream about real things. Go figure. Anyway, I had lots of fun running around pulling out things and telling everyone why they were special to me. My whole family was there of course.
It used to be that weird dreams that I could actually remember were a definitely sign of pregnancy for me. Since there's not even the remotest possibility of that right now I guess it means either that I am changing or that I'm not sleeping well. Maybe some of both.
Anyway, happy 200th!