Dreamin'

Apparently pregnancy comes with dreams, like a package deal. so far most of mine have revolved around my mother knowing that i'm pregnant and keeping it from her.

last night we were cleaning out the cabinet beside the sink at her house where she keeps all the spices. along with the spices were a lot of my old dolls from foreign countries tucked back in the back of the top shelf. (i was thinking of those yesterday) and on a lower shelf was a bigger doll and they were all dressed alike in these greenish dresses she made for them. and then we were sitting on the floor in the kitchen and she's saying... how do you feel? and is there anything you should tell me? something like that.

i'm just about ready to spill the beans at this point. and i'm really just waiting until they get back from visiting their first and only grandbaby in arizona. (she has her own blog you can check out). i don't want to rain on her parade and i want to tell them when they're on the grandchild high already.

max is a bit paranoid about his parents having a sixth sense about it too. last night when he talked to his mom he felt like she was hinting around that he should tell her. he felt that somehow the questions she was asking 'how's sarah?' really had a hidden agenda.

maybe everyone is reading the blog. if you are.... um. just act surprised when we tell you, and you can tell us later that you're reading along. although if you are reading somehow you made it past the password thing on blogspot so you are a hacker genius and i'm not sure that that is any of our parents. (no offense)