Thoughts one has during False Labor

I've had two bouts of false labor so far. And now I'm having more contractions and I have no idea if it's the real thing or just round three. Arg.

But since I'm up at 4:39 am anyway, I thought I'd do a bit of blogging.

If I was only slightly less conventional than I already am, I would push the name Yggdrisil for a little girl. For the uninitiated, Yggdrisil is the World Tree from Norse mythology.  Yggdrisil could have a sister Eagdyth (Edith, except spelled with a G) and a brother named Mjollnir (the name of Thor's Hammer).

I think these are fabulous names, but they do rather border on "completely strange," even for me. Yeah, we'll probably go with something conventionally recognized as an English name. Like Bob. It's a palindrome. Besides, we kind of have a pedestrian-sounding last name (no offense meant towards The Husband) and Yggdrisil would sound odd standing in front of it.

So...I keep having Doctor Who-themed dreams. I should write them down as soon as I wake up. They would make pretty good episodes. Last night I dreamed about River Song's messed-up childhood (spoilers!) at the hands of the Silence.

Have I mentioned before that Debussy's Reverie is my most favorite song in the whole entire world? I read up on Debussy's life not too long ago and he was kind of a crazy person with a complicated personal life. And yet he wrote some amazing music. I guess that just goes to show that people can surprise you sometimes. Like in 10th grade there was this kid in my Gifted/ Talented English class who was out of class more often than he was in (having been regularly suspended for this and that). I forget his name, but he was the kind of person who dressed all in black and had a little toy troll with a noose around its neck hanging from his backpack. And yet, he was always supremely polite and respectful in class, and offered the most insightful comments of anyone. I wonder what happened to that guy?

And now I am going to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and watch some TV.

ETA:  It was another false alarm. No baby yet.