I had this dream last night that Asher was already here. But sometimes he was a baby, and sometimes he was a babyDOLL. Brian and I were on a subway (we must have been going to visit Lane and Mary?) and I look down and I'm holding the doll, not the kid. So, of course, I become concerned. I go back to the house, where another couple is living with us (this couple from church, that I only vaguely know). They hand me Asher, only he has turned into a cup of EVERYONE'S FAVORITE COFFEE (complete with the white cup and green logo, so as not to be confused with artificial coffee). Which is of great concern to me, of course. I start asking, "How do I turn him back into a boy?" But nobody knew. I tried pouring him into a diaper, and that didn't work. So I'm walking around with a cup of coffee that used to be my baby, trying to figure out what to do. As I woke up - I do not lie when I say this - I heard Pinocchio's voice saying, "I'm a real boy!"
Wow. That was a weird dream.
In unrelated news, Emily and Baby Ledford came into the coffee shop today to see me. I didn't realize she was coming to Alabama, so I was supersurprised to see her walking into my little store. Seeing someone that thin, who has a 7-month-old child, gives me hope that I may shrink back to my normal size one day.