Mike and I have finally decided on a name we both can be happy with. Olivia Adela if it’s a girl. If we have a boy…well then we’re fucked. We just don’t agree on names right now. I mention a name that I like and he tells me about someone he knows with that name and how much of an ass they are. Visa Versa. Between the two of us, we know a lot of assholes. Mike’s fairly certain we’re having a girl. I think it’s just wishful thinking. “I want a little girl that looks just like you.” Well I want a little boy that looks just like him. His mom gave me baby pictures and I just about melted. I can imagine myself holding a sweet little boy with freckles, auburn hair and cute pudgy little arms and fingers. *sigh* I had a dream we were having a girl though. I picked her up out of her cradle, changed her diaper and then breast fed her. It felt like a routine that I had done over and over. I just looked down on her sweet little face and I instantly knew her. Mike had a dream that our baby was a boy….and a dog. “It was one of those weird dreams, you know when people morph into someone else.” I know all about weird dreams. It’s crazy how intense my sex dreams are lately. And I get a LOT of sex dreams. Mainly I just dream about characters in movies or people I met that day. I’ve also discovered that I’m a total lesbian in my dreams. The only man I have sex dreams about is my husband, but I think I’ve had sex with over a dozen chicks. Hot chicks. I mean really, really HOT chicks. I even woke up from a dream in the middle of an orgasm. Unfortunately that does not transfer into my day to day life. I’ve been so exhausted lately and my libido was the first casualty. Well, X is coming back. *grin* I got more action this weekend then I’ve had in over a month. My fatigue is starting to go away but severe headaches and heartburn are moving in to take its place. I’m also getting symptoms of a flare up as well. I lost about 5lbs over the last 4 days and I’m really getting worried. I don’t want to limit my diet the way I did before I was pregnant. I don’t want my baby to be malnourished, but the way things are going right now he’ll be malnourished anyway. I’m going to cut down on the pasta, no matter how much I love it, and really limit my sugar intake. I don’t know what else to do. It’s not just me that I have to worry about now. I have to kick this before it gets really serious.