What do vibrators, Robert DeNiro, video games, pastries, and homicidal robots have in common?

NOTHING. Except they were all featured prominently in my dreams last night.

Recurring dream: Hubby was playing video games and told me I'd worn him out and to use a vibe. So I had a vibrator in my pants throughout my dreams randomly. And whenever this dream occurred, I couldn't get it to turn off, nor could I remove it from my pants.

WEIRD dream: Robert DeNiro was a cop who wanted to be a pastry chef. Only he wanted to make the perfect pastry, not a mediocre substitution. So he became a robot, programmed to make the perfect pastry ... and try and take over the world. I of course discovered his perfidious pastry power-tripping plot, and his right hand robot decided to try and kill me.

In recent weeks, I've had very vivid dreams of being a spy, undercover agent, protecting small children and preventing people from blowing me up.

I can explain the vibe dream: I read an article a week or two ago about a guy who wore one in his pants in an airport and got through security. With it ON. I thought it was hilarious, but never thought I'd DREAM about something similar.

As for the DeNiro dream, my current favorite movie is StarDust and I've watched it a few times since Valentine's Day. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. The right hand robot looked, oddly enough, like his first mate.

The spy/agent dreams, I cannot explain. My all-time favorite TV show is ALIAS, which I have on DVD, but finished the series a while ago (october-ish???) and haven't turned it back on since (although I probably will now). So I can't figure out why that is playing so prominently in my dream.

I did have a rather amusing dream about trying to play competitive volleyball ... but my right arm wouldn't work right. I couldn't serve, spike, or bump ... it just would NOT cooperate. I woke up with a dead right arm ... and laughed and laughed.

The really wild thing is that hubby comes in the bedroom every morning about the same time, and in my half-awake state I tell him all about my dreams ... and he spends about 30 minutes laughing at me. I'm sure I'm having such crazy dreams because of the pregnancy though. At least, that's what I tell myself to make myself go to sleep at night.

I can still wear hubby's scrubs tied around what's left of my waist.

This makes me happy.

And no. I did not take a picture.

A FOURTH ultrasound

Yep. You heard me. He just wanted to check dates and make sure there was only one baby in there, especially since I'm feeling all this movement.

Yeah.

Still one baby.

Bigger than two weeks ago. We could see the little sutures in the skull, which is now forming.

It's still measuring on dates, but if I get gestational diabetes again, they'll induce me up to a week early.

Next visit is just a regular OB visit in four weeks.

Four weeks after that, we get to find out if we're having pink or blue. Oh, and if all the internal organs and brain are developing correctly.

Two weeks after that, I get to do a three-hour torture test. Ha. Diabetes test. He said everything looked good.

And said sex is okay, even if I spot up to 24 hours afterward.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Political Joke -- HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

This was originally about Hillary Clinton. But I much prefer this version.

One sunny day in 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench.
He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine replied, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The old man said, 'Okay,' and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush'.
The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The man thanked him and again walked away . . .
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already several times that Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?'
The old man answered, 'Oh, I understand you fine, I just love hearing your answer!'
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said 'See you tomorrow, sir.'

I swallowed a watermelon.

Okay, not really. I *want* a watermelon, but am not willing to pay through the nose for a crappy tiny watermelon in the winter. I will wait for summer. (hopefully).

Really though, I did eat a huge dinner last night and a huge breakfast. I'm still nauseated a lot, so I eat when I can and the rest of the time, I just don't. I do take my Phenergan, but I'm still incredibly nauseated every afternoon and evening. It's okay; I'll get through it. When I weighed myself yesterday morning, I had only gained two pounds, which I am quite happy with. I'm 13 weeks and 1 day pregnant in this picture.

The baby is quite wiggly. I've been feeling it for a few weeks but doubted it at first. But it's not debatable anymore. It is WIGGLING. It kicks me if I snuggle to close to hubby or kiddo, and it hates getting squished in clothes (hence being in maternity all the time now). It does not want me to lie on my tummy or my side so much, since I tend to roll to the front. It is more wiggly than Munchkin ever was ... which is worrisome since she is an incredibly active child.

So the other day (this may be a TMI paragraph ...), I was only leaking out one side. I told hubby and he hasn't touched me since, but that could just be stress and not related to leakage at all. At any rate, we had some "quality time" this morning. And now both are leaking. hahahahaha ... Oy.

I'm LEAKING. (TMI)

I went to get ready for bed and noticed something shiny on my nipple. In the dim light, it looked like glitter. Wiped it off. It came back.

I HAVE COLOSTRUM. Even with Munchkin, it didn't start for a couple more weeks.

Just get me stock in nursing pads ... I'll be needing them shortly.

Pregnant belly! 12 weeks 1 day according to my new due date, 8/14.