I have always had to trouble sleeping, even as a little girl.  I had a dreamcatcher above my bed to “catch” my nightmares.  Who cares it it is just a placebo?  It is not going to hurt me.  (Shame they are so damn ugly, though.)

I have never slept so well in my life as the times that I was pregnant. It felt like my body was just taking care of me.  But since the operation I haven’t been able to sleep.  I can’t unwind enough to fall asleep and when I am asleep I wake every hour with screaming nightmares.  (Trevor comes in and sushes me.)

[The gayest man in San Francisco (and that is pretty gay! 😉 ) owned the house before us – and it amuses me that the dreamcatcher above our bed is hung from one of the giant eyehooks that he used to hang his swing to! LOL!]

We can add dreamcatchers to the long line of things I “don’t believe in”, but WTF – it can’t hurt?  (Trevor was very resistant to having these above the bed, but I promised it was just for a few weeks while I get some real rest.  He has drawn the line full stop at incense.  LOL!)

The acupuncturist said the best thing about acupuncture is that you don’t have to believe in it for it to work.  It is sort of the same thing sometimes with Trevor; he will indulge me even if he thinks it’s all bullshit.  Here he is wearing with me, wearing the girls’ bracelets: