It's been a day of baby talk. I had a dream last night that I was pregnant and had a baby girl. Vince apparently had a similar dream that I was pregnant and not telling him (because Vince can't keep a secret and would tell the whole world via word of mouth and myspace the instant I found out and I believe in waiting until one is pretty much through the 1st trimester to blab). Then I checked my email and here my friend Steph had a dream that I was pregnant too?! And I hadn't told Vince yet! (Go figure).
Now to prove my point about Vince and his big mouth, you can check out his myspace blog and see that he's already running with this and planting seedlings for rumours. Something about me being late? I refuse to look.
The irony here is that I am not even late and moreover, hunched over in PAIN with cramps and all sorts of PMS symptoms! As a joke, Vince pulled an EPT from a box somewhere (haven't we all had a scare at some point?) and insisted I take the test. Seriously. Now I'm laughing. But what's even more hilarious is that this device expired in January 2003! The thing didn't even work - no reading, positive or negative.
Mommy. I'm glad I can laugh about this right now. Many moons ago (I guess in 2002), I would have interpreted those dreams as a sign that I was indeed with child and panicked (somewhat). Now we at least know we want kids (in like another 2 years) but if it happened now, oh well. Meant to be.
So if you'll excuse me, I need to pop some Midol with my Dunkin Donuts coffee :)