As the baby draws nearer, my baby dreams seem to be getting more vivid, and more strange. I can almost directly relate where they come from in reality, though.
In the first dream, there's not a whole lot of detail. It starts with me sleeping in my bed, and then suddenly in the middle of the night the baby starts kicking, really really hard! And I whip the blankets off of myself and to my great horror the baby kicks RIGHT through my tummy! And I see a little tiny foot break through my skin! And I clutch my stomach trying to hold it in, then I wake up. Horrifying, right? I'm pretty sure this comes from the fact that now that the baby's out of room, I can definitely make out actual body parts sticking out of my belly. And sometimes it kicks so hard, I wonder if it might actually be able to poke through!
In the next dream, there are a LOT more details. The dream starts, and I find myself at a baby shower being thrown for me. But I don't know how I got there. And someone tells me that I've already had the baby, and that she's adorable. Suddenly I have a sense that I have in fact already given birth, yet for some reason I have NO memory of how it happened, or when it happened. I ask Matt about it, and he tells me that it all went well, but that he forgot to call the photographer to come take hospital pictures. So, there are no pictures, and I have no recollection of contractions, or labour, or delivery. Then, in the midst of opening presents, I discover that not only do I have no memory of giving birth to my baby, I also apparently have given birth to a puppy, not a baby. Everybody seems unfazed by this at the shower, as if this is something that just happens sometimes. So I have a huge fit in the middle of the party, because all of the pregnancy stresses and woes were for nothing but a puppy. Everything I've already purchased for a baby are rendered useless. And now, in order to actually have a real baby, I'm going to have to go through the whole process again! So I'm having a huge fit, I'm crying and yelling, and everybody is trying to calm me down, and telling me that I'm acting very inappropriate for someone who is at their own party. And then I pick up my new puppy, and try to convince myself that I love it just as much as I would have loved a baby. And in those stressful last moments, I wake up.
What?!? You can imagine my dismay when I awoke. In those first few moments after sleep, where you're not sure whether you're still dreaming or real live has begun. I instantly jumped up in bed and ran out to Matt who was watching TV in the living room, and he promptly assured me that it was in fact a human baby we were expecting, and that we had ultrasound photos to prove it. Still, freaky. Crazy what pregnancy does to your mind.
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