Connie has had two bad dreams this week.
She is petrified of spiders and awoke earlier this week imaganing that bright red spiders were scurrying over her bump. This was scarey enough for her to jump out of bed and switch the light on.
Adding this to the 9th pee journey, the tossing and turning, the snoring and the generall lack of room is not good.
Last night, she dreamt that the baby had died, but for some bizarre reason we were displaying it in a zip lock bag on the mantlepiece.
I do not pretend to understand the finer points of the inner working of the female mind, but there we go.
This is confirmed in todays argument with the pregnant hormones leading the attack. Connie was doing the dishes and I merely ask what I could do to help her, world war 3.
Mental Note;
Could this be a good reason to turn gay ?
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