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Weezer: Only in Dreams


I hear during the end of pregnancy, I am suppose to become exhausted.......after participating in about half of my day's plan of productivity, this is how I found my boys.  He even slept through the vacuum.  I'm sure my days of energy and only mild discomfort are numbered.

Anyways...

So today Ian and I spent about 3 hours in the kitchen making 'healthy' frozen meals that should last us about a month.  We ended up with about 30 meals.  Everything from cheesy Mexican chicken, lasagna, dream spaghetti, vegetable soup, taco soup, Asian pork tenderloin...and so much more!  We will probably do another round of the meals in a few weeks so we will have meals already prepared for the first month of Haley's arrival.  Yay, no more asking....."soooo what should we do for dinner", because the work is already done!

After cooking, I took on some laundry and house cleaning, and now I am just waiting for him to wake up and entertain me!

Speaking of sleep and dreams.  Nightly, I've been having the most vivid dreams.  Usually not strange, just vivid.  Most of the time I can figure out why I am dreaming what I am dreaming, but last night was bizarre and unexplainable.  I'm sure it has something to do pregnancy, as my life is consumed with being pregnant and every part of my life has been effected by it, so hey why not my dreams too.


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