Dear REM cycle,

I don't know what the deal is but I've never been one to have crazy dreams. If anything I'm that person that can't even remember their dreams at all. Which makes it all the more strange that I very clearly recall rappelling down the side of a building, upside down, shooting at some faceless assailants. Or just two nights ago bashing zombies heads in with a cast-iron skillet. Very graphic and very violent. I only have one possible explanation....testosterone!

I'm putting it on record that after my ninja dream last night we will be having a boy...a jumping, kicking, crazy (like Mr. Awesome) boy. I'm about 90% sure.

Kimiko

Oh Jeez...Really...Seriously?

Call me naive but I was under the impression that I wouldn't be losing sleep until I actually produced a screaming bundle of joy. It looks to be, however, that that is clearly not the case. Just last night I woke up on four separate occasions to do one or all of the following: pee (again, honestly), guzzle orange juice directly out of the container, throw all the blankets onto Mr. Awesome, steal all the blankets back from Mr. Awesome (but not the blue one), munch on saltines, lay in bed imagining what I might prefer more than stale saltines, try to figure out whether I want to throw up or eat or, and this is the best one yet....try to convince myself that none of the aforementioned exists. Which, in turn, resets the whole shebang.

I'm tired.

Kimiko