I hate having bad dreams. Sometimes they feel so real that you never can tell if you are still sleeping or if you have already woken up. I find it funny that people used to tell me that when you're pregnant you have dreams about losing your teeth. If you'd seen these people, you'd know why that's funny. Maybe they should have just brushed their fucking teeth, and they wouldn't look the way that they do. Anyways, the dream scared the Hell out of me. I don't want to lose Matt or the baby, and I keep having these dreams that I lose them both at the same time. I just couldn't take that. I am talking to my Rabbit right now though, and that is making me feel better. He always makes me feel better. I really miss him when he's at work. I guess that's all I have to say now. I Love You.