Prego Ole

I dreamed of being pregnant. There were also two parties going on the same street. I want to say that the street was Tovar Way in Chino Hills. The house higher up on the street had more people. There seemed to be more chatter. Different reasons for people being there. David Robert was in the house lower on the street. Humberto was in the kitchen with me at some point and wanted me to make him a mixed drink. I started doing so but as I was making it I was thinking that this drink wasn't going to taste good. (Perhaps it's when I added the jam in the mix and then he added milk.) I don't think I ever drank it; the baby and all. This dream was happening probably more between consciousness. It's almost 8am and I'm so used to being up by now. I've been tossing in bed the last couple hours.

The tossing is also because I'm used to sleeping alone. The night before last I slept on my neck odd and it's been hurting ever since so it was hard to try and sleep in the same positions last night again with Jorge. Everytime I'd go to lay on my left side and put my arm around him my neck would start to hurt. The only positions that seemed to work were on my right side and flat on my back.