So….I’ve had some crazy dreams in my life. I’m sure we all have. Most of them could never come true in a million years. For example: I doubt I will ever be able to flap my arms and fly around. I probably won’t cut down a tree and instead of rings in the trunk, Copperheads come out one by one and attack my family. Hell….I’ll probably never cut down a tree. And some dreams are just plain wrong. When I was in college, this guy that I couldn’t stand, kept bugging me to go out with him. I’m ashamed to say….I had a dream that he was in a wheelchair eating a bucket of chicken. Pretty shameful, I know. I knocked his wheelchair over. Chicken flew everywhere and he was struggling to get up. I told him I wouldn’t help him up until he had sex with me. I assure you, that was not a Freudian slip in my dreams.

The only dreams I’ve had with an ounce of truth were my pregnancy dreams. Each time I was pregnant and only when I’ve been pregnant, (but before I knew I was) I had a baby/pregnancy dream of some kind.

End of 1999: I dreamt that the police pulled over a vehicle I was in. The driver was speeding. For some reason, the cop made me get out of the vehicle. He said he would be careful with me because I was pregnant. Sure enough, I took a test and I was pregnant.

Late 2001: I dreamt I was in some mad scientist’s lab. He was showing me all his test tubes and jars full of creepy stuff. He pointed out some grotesque alien looking thing in a jar and said it was my baby. Yep. Pregnant again.

 Early 2010: I dreamt that I was waiting in line at the movies with my husband. He started making out with this woman right in front of me. I knocked him to the ground and started hitting him. He told me to stop. I might hurt the baby. Pregnant again.

Last night: I dreamt that my husband and I were going to watch our newborn babies compete in a 5K race. We had four babies, two boys and two girls and all had down syndrome. (If that offends anyone, my son has down syndrome, so no fun is being made.) We were late for the race because we hadn’t name them yet and couldn’t agree on anything. My husband said I could name one of the boys Runner. Then, I woke up. Pregnant? We’ll find out next week.

So….I’m not clairvoyant. I can’t give you any winning lottery numbers, but these baby dreams are freakishly right. We’ll know soon enough if I’m 4 for 4.

Weekly Weight Loss Update: Only had 5 of 12 shakes. Only did 3 out of 6 workouts. Pigged out on pizza this weekend and went back to better beer. Lost: 1.4 pounds for a total of 3.12 in two weeks. Not bad for being a cheater.