I think I am stealing Matt's rest and alertness. Despite normal amounts of sleep, he's woken up the last few mornings feeling distinctly exhausted. While I, despite a minimum of three nighttime interruptions each night, have been waking up feeling... not bright and chipper, but awake.

Last night, I woke myself up twice by snoring. (Congestion - another exciting side-effect of pregnancy I just can't wait for the spring allergens to add to the mix!) And then I woke myself up twice from bizarrely realistic dreams.

I'd heard that dreams become more vivid and realistic during pregnancy - but I thought I was supposed to dream about my baby. Except for a couple of dreams some six weeks ago, all these dreams have been entirely baby-free!

Last night, for instance, I dreamed that I had to rescue my brother from... something. So I stole a car. Went to a dealership pretending I was going to buy it, got the key, and drove off. Got John and parked the car somewhere, and as I was walking away with him, I suddenly went into a panic. Oh my god, I've stolen a car! What am I going to do?

I was considering the options and wondering if there was any way at all I could avoid going to jail when I woke up. And it was the same weird sensation I'd had the other night when I dreamed about moving to the beach. You mean... It wasn't real? I'm not in trouble? Ohthankgod.

It was an ugly car, too. Shaped sort of like a Hummer, but roofless, with old-fashioned faux wood-panel siding, like an old station wagon. There was no driver's seat. Everyone in the car sat in a ring around the outside, like a teacup ride at the fair.

And then I had another dream that I don't remember nearly so well, but which had the same sort of effect.

And yet, I feel fine. Not that I wouldn't rather be back at home and sleeping. But functional. Ready to get on with the day.

Ah, well. I understand the baby will deprive both of us of sleep. I'll get mine.

--Liz