Pregnancy insomnia

Strangely, even though I'm incredibly tired these days, I can't seem to get a decent night's sleep. I just lie awake for most of the night, tossing and turning and trying to find a way to get comfortable.

Since I'm trying to look at the bright side of things, I will admit there's one good thing that's come of being awake all night: a couple nights ago, I got to hear Trey talking in his sleep.

Trey doesn't generally talk in his sleep. In fact, this is the first time in our nearly four years of marriage that I've had a conversation with him while he was sleeping. Here's how it went (and if it doesn't make much sense to you either, join the club):

Trey: Someone was having me for breakfast.
Me: What??
Trey: Someone was having me for breakfast.
Me: Trey, what are you talking about?
Trey: (In a slightly whiny voice) I don't know! (Buries his head in his pillow)
Me: Did you have a dream?
Trey: I think that might have been part of it. (Mumble, mumble). You know, those little sausage things? (Rolls over and goes back to sleep)

That's about it. I asked him about it in the morning, and he didn't remember a bit of it. I was really curious to find out if someone was just having him over for breakfast, or actually having him for breakfast. I guess we'll never know.

Crazy dreams

I've read several pregnancy books or articles that said pregnant women often have very strange and vivid dreams. Well, a few nights ago, I had a dream that easily ranks in my top five weirdest dreams ever. I dreamed that Trey decided to sacrifice himself to be made into guacamole.

I'm not even sure what to say about this. I could comment that human guacamole would be really, really gross. Or I could express my appreciation to "dream-Trey" for his willingness to sacrifice himself just to give his pregnant wife a bowl of guacamole (since I assume that's why he did it). But I think I'm just going to blame this one on the pregnancy hormones.... and probably never be able to look at a bowl of guacamole the same.