Why is it always dinosaurs?

Somehow, my husband and I got sucked into a video game. At first, it wasn't so bad — it was mostly a puzzle game, so we were just doing it by running around instead of tapping controls. So, for example, in one of them we had to line up diamonds within a certain time limit — only they were floating just above a pool of water, out of reach, so the only way to get them up there was by going to the bottom (probably between 10 and 15 feet deep) and SHOOTING up to get the blasted things where they needed to go. And since I'm the one who swims like a fish, I was doing it. (On the plus side, I didn't seem to need to breathe or pop my ears.)

But, of course, nothing stays that simple (if you can call that simple). We then ended up in a game where we had to get dinosaurs into specific areas. In the game, you just used the joystick to drag the bait (did I mention they're all carnivorous dinosaurs? Velociraptors, tyrannosaurus rexes...you get the idea). But in the dream? In the dream... we were the bait.

Not quite, but you get the general idea.

So we were running frantically, trying to get the dinosaurs into the right area, where they just kinda stop and suddenly don't want to eat us anymore. A tantalizing prospect, to be sure, but we have to make sure we don't get eaten by anything. For reasons unknown (cruel fate?) the "game" reset a couple times, which of course required yet more running. Eventually, we got all of the dinosaurs into their "areas" and collapsed...

In a kitchen. Not just any kitchen — the kitchen of the house I grew up in.

I miss this kitchen. SO MUCH SPACE!

At which point my husband decides to make peanut butter raisin pound cake with strawberries and sugar on top. I tell him not to be silly, I want chocolate chip waffles with the strawberries. Just as he's telling me we can make both, I woke up. Still wanting chocolate chip waffles with strawberries and sugar on top.

Still 13 weeks. Got yet another one of my biweekly blood draws today. I've started calling it "Dracula's Lab" because they like my blood so much. (Monitoring progesterone levels since mine are low without supplementation. The biweekly bit is so that we make sure that the levels stay where they should and to adjust my supplement as necessary.) My veins hurt. I've had blood drawn at least once every other week (and often more frequently, with the obstetrician needing blood for other things) for...8 weeks, I think. No end in sight. Oh well, it's worth a healthy baby!