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Let’s talk about me and my dreams

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I've been having a lot of fun lately with the volatile moods and crazy hormones. Like for instance, I got angry at my Pastor the other day and asked him this, 'Next time if I don't agree with you I cannot worship in your church already, is that it?'

He panicked and went, 'Ok cannot touch pregnant woman.'

At night I become either all loving or all crazy, depending on whether I get to eat what I want to eat or not. Plus the nights, oh well, sleeping isn't as easy anymore. Long gone are the days when I could just shut my eyes and then wake up to see the sun just peeking out of the clouds. These days I wake up three times a night, at least, because my bladder seems to pack up pretty rapidly.

I think it's because I wake up so often that I can remember my dreams so vividly.

So yah, let's talk about my dreams.

I don't know about those of you who are or have been pregnant before, or those of you who have done your wives that get her pregnant favour before, whether you experience what I experience. I've read about weird dreams, like giving birth to a kitten, or landing up in Snowy Mountain and having mountains of ice cream for dinner, and even the lustful kinky dreams… but seriously, I didn't think it could get THAT serious until just last night, Eric was telling me, 'You know, you commit adultery every night in your dreams!'

Apparently, sometimes when he turns over to give me that huggy hug, I will say out loud (eyes definitely shut and totally asleep), 'Don't lah, don't lah… I'm married…'

Eric says I sometimes even coyly giggle like some slutty Madonna.

The bad bad thing is, Eric NEVER appears in my dreams. So far for the past few nights, I've had strange virtual encounters with folks like Jack Nicholson, Eason Chan, Wong Hei (closest looking to Eric), and *ahem* one of those ugly oily greasy guys who used to attend my high school (I can't, for the love of God, remember his name) . Last night, however, was a special exception, but perhaps it was because I tried hypnotizing myself into meeting Hugh Jackman instead of all these dirty old ugly men in my dreams that my hormonal flushes cooled down a little and returned me the favour of a peaceful dreamless slumber.

I read in my Pregnant Woman's Guidebook that kinky dreams are pretty normal for pregnant woman like us. Actually, I'm not exactly complaining (apart from the lousy selection of partners I get in these dreams), because my body looks very much intact, slim svelte, luscious and all that, in these dreams so that's a wonderful departure from the growing bumpy person that meets me in the mirror each morning. However, I really wish that the guys that appear are way way more attractive and desirable (older men are fine, as long as they're George Clooney, over and over again).

TMI? Well kinky dreams rule over a short-nerved me anytime. Trust me – Eric's suffering enough. Plus, the dreams sort of charge me up for the real thing – in the morning. (OK, now that's TMI).