Singing in my sleep...?

The semester here in Ann Arbor is just about over and soon Patrick and I will be on our way back to the Land of Enchantment. I'm under no delusions that New Mexico is some great oasis in the desert, but I will definitely be very happy to be back where people seem a little more normal and I don't have to hear about social justice every time I go to a meeting.
We have reserved a trailer and I am nearly done packing up my apartment. It is amazing how much you accumulate over the course of 10 months. I think I have given away more than I brought to Michigan with me, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
Classes are going well as we are just about done with them. Final exams and projects and then we are free!...to go back to New Mexico and enroll in summer school. I have to take Anatomy and Physiology I and II this summer and it is going to be a real bitch considering that I will be commuting to and from Santa Fe to work and go to school until we buy our house.
Patrick is getting ready for his trip to NM in May (he is going to Bingham's wedding on May 14th and is taking some of our clothing home with him so we don't have so much). I have to stay here and finish packing because I didn't get cheap airfare in time. Yay me. But while he is gone I will have some time to myself and be able to relax and watch all the "girlie" movies he refuses to watch with me.
I spoke with my family this weekend and found out that Joanie now wants to name the baby, Raymond Crucificio Casalino (Cruz for short). Oh, and by the way, Crucificio is crucifixion in Italian. I give up. You don't name your child after a form of torture and death. It would be like naming a Jewish child Treblinka or Auschwitz. What happened to my siblings??? Well he hasn't been born yet, so maybe she will change her mind again. I hope. Because I won't be there for the birth, I asked Patrick to go in my stead, take some pictures and bring some flowers. He said he would which I am really grateful for. I know he is uncomfortable with going, but that he would do it anyway means a lot to me.
Apparently I now sing in my sleep. Patrick told me this morning that he was woken up at 3 am this morning to me singing in my sleep. He said I was smiling and I was loud enough to wake him up but he didn't remember what it was I was singing. He figured I was okay and went back to sleep. Strange. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I guess it was okay.