Rachelle and I stopped by to see her new nephew last night after our walk.
And I held the baby.
Bad decision for someone whose eggs are already trying to fertilize themselves because they are jonseing for offspring. Very bad decision.
Because last night, I dreamed that a doctor was shoving eggs (apparently the size of chicken eggs) into my uterus, but the eggs were in a styrofoam cup, complete with plastic lid. I can't remember if there were straws. She got four of them in and went for another and I said, "Are those all going to fit?!" She laughed and said, "Oh yes. Don't worry. Women do this all the time." Someone was there holding my hand, but I can't remember who.
I understand the whole putting-eggs-in-the-uterus part, but what's up with the styrofoam cups?
Dream Moods has nothing for styrofoam cups.