Crazy pregnancy dreams are a real thing. I’ve had a few so far where I’ve woken up like, huh? But there are only two that I can really remember.
The first dream, my husband and I were with our friends and a tornado ripped through town. We were in the middle of a square dancing lesson in our living room when the tornado picked up the house with all of us in it. All while continuing our square dancing the house blew into a football field where we landed happily and had a tailgate party.
The second dream was even weirder. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am NOT into politics. I support a good friend but that is the extent of my political interest. So this dream really caught me off guard…..I purchased a cool coffee table at a flea market. The next thing I know, President Obama is calling me to tell me how cool this coffee table is and that he would do anything to have it. After hours of negotiating I told him that he could have my coffee table but he would need to make it worth my while. He would have to fly all of my family and friends to Washington DC and allow us to have Christmas in the White House.
What the heck does that mean?