Pregnant imagination + A new season of 24 + researching jogging strollers all day =
A crazy night full of dreams that there were 12 jogging strollers somewhere in the city, all armed with bombs, and I was the only one who could find and disarm them fast enough to save Seattle!
It's a miracle I didn't wake myself up by grabbing Luke by the collar, pointing a nerf gun in his face, and screaming, "WHERE'S THE BOMB?!"
I love 24, and I even love jogging strollers. It's the pregnant thing I could do without. In the rare event that I fall asleep, I have insane dreams that ruin my slumber.
And my back hurts.
Thanks alot, Trey McTreyson.
9 more weeks.