For the last week or two, I've been having some crazy f*cked up dreams. I'm attributing it to the fact that I'm pregnant, but last nights dream was hysterical. In the dream my dear husband and I were trying out to be cheerleaders...why I have no idea. I was totally psyched because I was able to do a split, really well, and the coach was really happy about it. He kept telling everyone how great my split was. I woke up almost laughing at the whole thing. My dear husband wasn't sure what to think about it. Oh well, I guess it's just one of those things.
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