Normally, I have pretty crazy dreams. very vivid, ususally scary where someone is chasing me with a large weapon trying to kill me or something. what... doesn't everybody?? Or, I dream of different events going on in my life at the time and smash them together. Like, i'm in court with F. Sammy from 111 and i'll be heroically testifying that she's a greedy, lazy, system sucking liar to a courtroom full of people applauding my eloquence and bravery and then suddenly the primary children will come in singing a song that we're supposed to be singing for the Children's program. Weird junk like that.

But it seems like from the start of this pregnancy i've been a relatively calm dreamer.

I don't often dream about the baby but the over the past week ive had dreams about baby names. I am really nervous that it's a boy and that we'll end up in the hosptial without a name that i love and I think my subconcious is trying to help out.

So the first night, I dreamed about Ike Chamberlain. Ike....what a great name!!! Doug has been working a lot so he doens't get to hear about these revelations until they've been smacked down by sophie, which is exactly what happened when i told her about my new favorite name, Ike....

"This is my boyfriend Ike," she said in a very mocking tone. "Please don't name it Ike, Mom!"

So my subconscious tried again the night before last. Beckford Chamberlain, and we can call him Becks! Becks Chamberlain, that's cute! Maybe a little too David and Victoria Beckham but still cute. (note: if you say it with a british accent it sounds even better!)

Yeah, that one was not received very well either.

So, if you've got some great baby boy ideas, send them on over. My overly helpful sleeping brain needs a break.