Ok, I have yet to come to an understanding with my brain at this point - we're still fighting. But I'll let you all in on what happened...
It started in the wee hours of the morning this morning, when I started dreaming. Again. No big deal, just a dream, right? I mean, in the dream, DH and I are going to the mall. No harm, no foul.
WRONG
Brainy-poo did it to me again!
The dream turns from an innocent trip to the mall, into the mall being on some island (yes, another freaking island!) that is like 10,000 ft in the air with nothing but a suspension bridge connecting it to the mainland.
Oh, and watch out for that hurricane, with the recurring tsunami-style 10,000 ft waves!
And of course, the freak storm waves (that hit the island/mall) pick up DH and drag him out the door. And do you know what I said in my dream when I realized DH was gone? Un-freaking-believable - I actually said "Oh of course he'd be holding our daughter..."
WTH?!?!? So yeah. Its probably a girl, and DH is dead - again - or at least nowhere to be seen again, and this time he was holding the baby when the giant freak wave crashed into the island mall and swept him away.
And then a fish bit my ankle, and I woke up to find the cat knitting on my ankle.
So thanks, brain. Thanks for making pregnancy even better than I thought, with all the freaky stormy-island dreams where my husband keeps disappearing.
Yeah, my brain is going to have some SERIOUS sucking up to do.