Beyonce and Me

So, I'm not sure if y'all know this, but I adore Beyonce.  Simply adore.  I am practically as excited about her pregnancy as my own (or maybe just that we are knocked up together). 

Anyway, most of my bizarre dreams of late have been rather unsettling.



Not this one.

I'm in a hotel in Dallas for a wedding, when I spot B heading to the restroom.  I throw caution and coolness to the wind, and dash after her, slipping into the ladies.  As we wash hands, I ask her when she is due.  She sweetly replies "January 17th" and we begin to compare notes.  I tell her that I am a huge fan, and we talk about my favorite songs.  Of course, my mind is completely blank, and I can barely think of any of her songs, but we laugh it off to pregnancy brain.

Then she asks if I want to perform a routine to a new song with her and her dancers.

Um, yes!

She picks a ballad, since I have to take it easy, and her back- up dancers show me the moves.  I didn't mess up too much, we exchanged hugs and said our goodbyes, and then I woke up.

How's that for a way to greet the morning with a huge grin?

Now your task is to find out B's actual due date.  If it is January 17th, this means that I obviously have pregnancy ESP, and need to start a lucrative side business.