Since I've been pregnant, I'd had really vivid dreams. One dream had my husband claiming he was Jeff Tweedy. Another dream had my husband wanting to be a polygamist. Another had my friend Erin as a make up artist and I was an actress playing Anne Frank but last night's dream had a message.
When I was in Omaha, something upset me. I won't go into details but it upset me so much that I haven't been able to get over it and it had to do with my mom. Last night I had a dream where my mom and I were sitting in my living room and she told me I just needed to move on that she's here for me and I don't need material things to remind me of her. I just need to look in that baby's eyes and she's there.
What a powerful message. I had to admit I cried. I was just talking to my dad about this incident that happened and he was telling me there was nothing I could do just move on but a message from my mom -- wow.
Did you have to grab some tissue for that one?
Moving on ... I am sad to say I can't go faster than 2.8 on the treadmill. I used to do 4.0 but that would involve serious strain on myself. I'm fearing this baby weight isn't going to go off. I told my husband that I'm going to start body pump after the baby is 6 weeks old because I'm not going to be a fatty anymore but 2.8 -- that's just sad!