Freud on Friday: Paging Dr. Robert Downey Jr.

I've heard rumors that pregnant women have bazaar and vivid dreams. It wasn't until I started to experience these dreams that I truly understood just how strange these dreams could be. I am going to start documenting some of them here.

Being someone who loves to do research I, of course, started to comb through articles posted on the internet to find information that aims at explaining the bazaar pregnancy dream phenomena. Here are a few theories:

• The increase of pregnancy hormones
• Anxiety, caused by all things pregnancy (women who have been pregnant-- you KNOW what I mean when I say "pregnancy anxiety")
• The lack of restorative sleep
• Fears about the future

A few days ago the following conversation took place:

Aaron: (over breakfast), "You sure had an interesting dream last night!"
Jessi: "I did?"
A: "Yes, I woke up to hear you yell, (mimicking a high pitched squeal) 'Ohhhhhhhhhh!'"
J: (blushing) "I have no idea what that was about!" (horrified, because I really didn't!)
A: "For some reason I think you were dreaming about the sex of our baby."
J: "Hmm."

It wasn't until later that morning when I was walking the dogs that the brisk air brought my dream back into recollection. Below, find the strange details.

I was at my doctors office to have "the big" ultrasound (the one where you find out the sex [Aaron was so right!]) So, when I arrived the nurse asked me to completely undress, including all jewelry. I did as I was told. Having anxiety about my wedding rings (as I do in real life) I put them on the table in the ultrasound room but, to keep them safe, I stored them in the cup I keep in the shower which I use (in real life) to rinse the shampoo out of the dog's hair when I give them a bath. There, I knew my rings would be safe! Then the doctor, Robert Downey Jr., came in to perform the ultrasound. When he put the thingy on my belly to see the baby he said, "It's a girl!" To which I exclaimed, "Ohhhhh!" And then the baby waved at us.

I was so excited that I got up, threw on a hospital gown (opening in the front), slipped on my Uggs and ran outside into a blizzard to find Aaron in the parking lot, where he was changing the tire on a car that belonged to one of his student's parents. I told him it was a girl and then I ran back inside to get dressed.

Well, at some point while I was outside, they had let another family into the ultrasound room so they could have their procedure done. I was so upset because I was convinced they would find my rings and steal them. So, outside the room I began pacing... until a nurse (who also happens to be one of the people on the reality show Full Throttle Saloon) came by to see why I was lurking in the doorway. I explained the dilemma and she said it was okay if I barged in to get my things. So, I did. Once I got in there, naturally, I had to dig through a giant garbage bag full of treasure trolls to find my wedding rings.

How I wish I could explain this dream to Sigmund Freud so he could do some dream analysis work with me.