Don't you want to ride a brontosaurus?

At least he was a pretty fishy.

Some evil witch decided to turn my husband into a betta fish. Then she released him into a muddy pond, far away. So I'm frantically running through a forest, trying to figure out where she dumped him, when I come across some lions. (Yes, I know lions don't live in forests. Take it up with my subconscious.)

They happened to be visiting a cheetah family (hush ye, realist-types). The lions and cheetahs happily welcomed me into their gathering and asked why I was in the forest. When I said I was looking for a fish, one of the cheetah cubs immediately jumped up and ran off. The adults apologized and chased the cub. (Apparently he likes eating fish.) The lions waited to hear the rest of the story, and said they knew where the witch took Shane, so the cubs could lead me there.

So we find ourselves in a muddy ditch, looking for a bright blue fish that's frantically trying to avoid getting eaten by an overenthusiastic cheetah cub. When I find him, the cub finally realizes that he shouldn't eat the fish and runs off to get something I can carry him in. When I finally get Shane into the container and out of the pond, the sky rumbles menacingly (even though it's perfectly clear).

A brontosaurus came up to us and offered a ride. (Yes, the brontosaurus is officially a dinosaur.) So the lion cubs, cheetah cub, and I all climbed on the dinosaur, carefully balancing the container full of water with my husband. As the brontosaurus started to run...

I woke up.

14 weeks. Apparently orange juice is high on the "if you imbibe this, your heartburn will be so much worse you don't want to think about it" list. So I'm not...comfortable, exactly. Other than that I'm doing fine. I can no longer wear any of my pre-pregnancy shirts. Some dresses are OK, as are some of my knit and elastic-waistband skirts. Jeans don't fit. My sweatpants don't fit. I really need to just go through my closet and pull out all of the stuff that doesn't fit, but I don't have anywhere to put it. Sorry about missing the quick takes on Friday, but I actually ended up spending most of my lunch hour (read: writing time) trying to get a lunch.