It uh…didn’t take long for some really odd dreams to set in. Doesn’t help that since she doesn’t like a whole lot of clutter on her phone, Zel asked me to put the pregnancy tracker on MY phone, ensuring that I get every maternal pop up. She’s utterly tickled that I’m constantly getting bombarded by congratulatory texts and emails commenting how far along the little bundle of joy that is growing inside me is.

She’s a brat. -.-