Dream a little dream

The queasiness, it is continuing.

Today, I am 5 weeks 4 days. That's almost six weeks. If you want to use the new math, that would put me in my sixth week. To me, six weeks sounds a lot better than five. Don't know why, but I feel more important saying, "I am six weeks pregnant."

Today, I told my pilates instructor. He was excited. The girls in my class found out too, because I didn't want to look like an asshat slacker when they were all doing the abs and I was just chillin' on the reformer like nobody's business.

They were all very excited -- there was much shrieking.

And they all asked how I was feeling. That's a popular question these days. My sister, bless her heart, calls to ask how I feel. Josh calls to ask how I feel. And my sister is the one who feels my pain. She knows the joy of car sickness. She knows how it feels so have the nausea in the pit of your stomach AND in your throat at the same time.

I tried to describe it to Josh as I laid on the couch when he got him.

"You know how you feel when you get off a spinny ride at a carnival?" I asked him. "Yeah, well that's how I feel every waking moment lately."

He was appropriately horrified for me.

It's not bad when I wake up. That of course is when I get up because I cannot sleep anymore. I, the queen of late-sleeping. The woman who works at home and rolls out of a sound sleep at 9 a.m. to the computer. The one who loves loves loves nothing more than to sleep til noon on weekends. Now? Out of bed like a shot at 7:30.

This morning I woke up at 5:30 after dreaming I was flying to Barbados for our trip in September. For some reason, Josh was not with me. So one minute I am waiting for an elevator and the next I realize I am on a plane that is climbing.

The pilot makes an announcement that we're going to make a steep climb and we're pulling a Top Gun manuever. Then, suddenly, we getting closer to the water and I can see it outside the plane window and it's so vivid, this dream, that I can see the white caps on the waves.

Then we're skimming the water and then we're IN the water. Sinking. And I am freaking out because I have this baby in me and I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE PLANE.

I woke up pretty freaked out and told Josh what it was about. Since I have vivid dreams all the time, he's used to it. He told me it was just a dream and told me to go back to sleep. Which I eventually did after peeing and then laying there for like an hour.

They say you have crazy dreams when you're pregnant and since I have crazy nutcase dreams all the time, I can't wait to see the shit that's going to happen for the next 7 1/2 months!