Dreaming my life away

I had this dream over the weekend:

I went to the doctor for stomach pain. She tells me I'm pregnant. I say no, I can't be pregnant. She says that I am indeed pregnant, about 3-5 months. I continue to deny this. There is no way. I would have known. She says it takes awhile. You just don't get pregnant all at once, it takes awhile for it to actually happen. I say no it doesn't but I really don't feel like argueing with her and give up.

She hands me this little bottle with four pills in it. She says I have to take two of the pills for my infection. Infection!!?? Do I have a disease like an STD? No, she answers, it's not a disease. It's a make-up infection. I don't quite understand what that means exactly, but I take the pills anyway because at this point I feel really stupid for not realizing I was pregnant and not knowing what a make-up infection was. Clearly, by the look on the docs face, everyone else in the world knew all about them. She says that I have to give the other two pills to the father. Do you know who the father is? Rather indignately I say of course I do. I only had sex with one person during the time that the alleged pregnancy began so of course I know who the father is. I leave the doctors office and go home.

I call up the father and say you aren't gonna believe this. I'm like 3,4 or maybe even 5 months pregnant and it's yours. But I don't believe I'm really pregnant. How could I be that far along? His response: Well, yeah, it takes awhile. All I can say is no it doesn't. I can't believe that he is echoing the crazy doctor. I tell him that I'm going to mail him some pills that he has to take. What pills he asks. The pills for the infection. Apparently it's a make-up infection, but I've never heard of anything like that before. No no no he says. It' not an infection. It's an injection. YOu have to get an injection so we can make-up. I decide that he and the quack doctor are in cahoots together and hang up.

That's pretty much it. I'm so bizarre.

By the way, spell check is not working and I don't feel like reading through this mess so you will have to deal with any and all typos. Sorry for the inconvience.

posted by Beth 10:03 PM . . .

I can't get out of this mood ~Nina Simone

All day long before my eyes come little visions of you,
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do.
Can't get out of this mood,
Can't get over this feeling,
Can't get out of this mood,

Last night your lips were appealing,
The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
But it's only your arms that I'm out of.
Can't get out of this dream
What a fool to dream of you,
Twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you,
But now I'm saying it, I'm playing it dumb,
Can't get out of this mood,
Heartbreak here I come.

Jimmy MacHugh, Loesser

posted by Beth 11:09 PM . . .

Woohoo

I lost another half a pound this week. That brings me up to a grand total of 9.5 pounds. Woohoo! When I hit 15, I'll buy myself something silky. Some of you may think that half a pound isn't something to get excited over, but it is. It's a lot better than gaining weight or not losing anything at all. Slow and steady wins the race, ya know. And I'm doing it the right way (for once) by exercising regularly and eating a bit more healthy. Woohoo!

posted by Beth 1:01 PM . . .