Checking In

I thought I'd better check in, since I'm hoping my hours are numbered today. I haven't slept much the last few nights, with last night being the worst of them all. I fell asleep at a couple of points in the wee hours, only to wake up shortly after from the crazy dreams.

You know, the crazy nightmares where you think you're in one of those bad horror movies that everybody makes fun of because the main character really should know better than to go into the room, or not call the police, and ends up dead? Yeah. I had one of those, then woke up very close to physically screaming and lay in bed freaked out, wondering if I woke up because of the dream or because I'd really heard someone inside my house. Other than my dog howling from the couch, but that had happened earlier in the night when I was nearly asleep. And of course once I calmed down I didn't want to go back to sleep, for fear the same film would start rolling over again. Because if I close my eyes, some film is going to roll. Every time. I've always had my fair share of crazy vivid dreams, but I don't even nap without dreaming anymore.

In other news, I fared well at the dentist yesterday. Got cleaned but refused to even consider a polish, which is probably what saved me. And the best part is that I don't have to go back until December. Dr. Boswell didn't see much point in coming back right before the baby arrives, he wanted to wait until after so he could get post-pregnancy x-rays and such. Apparently incubating is pretty rough on teeth, what with having to share my calcium and all.

So have a good weekend, ya'll. I'm hoping I don't start some vicious cycle of sleeping all day and being up all night, but I suppose that's better than not sleeping at all, right Stacey?