Before I announced el Niño was on the way I wrote a post about weird dreams (linked here). Now that I’m sooooo much wiser as a 16week pregnancy veteran I know that progesterone is the culprit to my wildly vivid dreams. Last night's, was…well.... doubly weird.
I’m sitting on the grass with a friend and she says, let me see your chest and she lifts up my shirt and I have stalks of wheat growing from my nipples. We begin to pull them out and she says, “oh ya, I had that too, I just wanted to check.”
Um okay, does this mean I’ll be a bountiful lactate-ress, that I'm the personification of the harvest land?