I had a dream.

It was after some unnamed Baebes gig at some unnamed hotel I found myself knocking on the door of suite number 710. Emily answers the door still in her concert dress ( nudge, nudge, wink, wink ). Kat pops out of some back room and says, "oh, finally, you're here." ( queue the Barry White music ). She vanishes and comes out with a baby. "This is Nick jr., you to should get on very well." She throws a towel over my shoulder, hands me the baby and a bottle and she an Emily vanish out the door with a quick shout, "we'll be late."

How lame is my subconscious!!!

The spirits are telling me it's going to be a 7lb-10oz bouncing baby boy. Either that or I've just completely lost my ability to dream really fun dreams.

I think that you should stop eating cheese before retiring for the night. Nice of you to share that insight into your psyche. Judging by photos I think that you may have underestimated the birthweight. I think the newby will arrive tipping the scales at about 8.5 pounds.

That's so funny... years ago I had a dream about attending a Baebes gig in a dark club. This was back when I never thought I'd get to see one of their live gigs. Later that year, I went to my first Baebes gig...in a dark club! So maybe your dream is accurate as well! Up for some babysitting?

LOL!!! Not cheese but most likely the allergy meds. which always make my brain funky.

As for baby sitting... I've done my share as well as raising my own son. I do much better when their old enough to understand sarcasm.