My Bags are Packed, I'm Ready to Go... almost

Apparently I’m not the only crazy pregnant lady who has strange dreams; it’s listed as a “side-affect” in many a book. If anything my dreams lose even more of their plausibility and yet become much more vivid. When I was pregnant with Big J, I recall dreaming over and over of giving birth. Each time she would be born she would be this HUGE bundle and the doctor, nurses and I would have to strip her out of numerous bulky snowsuits before we could see the tiny, hopefully perfect, little baby underneath. The irony of it all was that she was born in Hawaii.

Lately I’ve been dreaming I’m having a girl. Last night was probably my “longest” baby dream I’ve had in a while. There’s no way I can re-write all the details that the dream fairy took so long to incorporate… but I will attempt to get at least the gist of it across. You see apparently there was some sort of summer Olympics event taking place in the field behind my backyard. We had several friends coming and going, since we had ideal (and free) seats to view the events. Mr. Man was at school working on his dissertation, and it was getting dark and all my kids were already sleeping. A few of our friends were still over and that’s when my labor started… while the Olympic people were taking down some of their apparatus outside for the night. My baby became very active and suddenly pushed down really hard… so hard I could suddenly feel “her” down by my knee! (I can still almost feel this – it was so strange and so real!) I was freaking out and our friends were so helpful and calm, calling an ambulance and my doctor, leaving a message for Mr. Man to meet me at the hospital, asking little tidbits about caring for my kids… I was running around freaking out trying to pack a bag with odds and ends and mostly worried that since the baby was in my knee and leg (my sore right leg of course) that I would inevitably need another c-section. “You think?” replied my friend! (So I guess even in my dream this was a little strange.) The end of my dream kept playing over and over, changing slightly each time as I attempted the perfect ending. Once I gave birth in the ambulance and I’m pretty sure we both died. Another time they had to cut off my leg to get the baby out. A third time the children were present while I was trying to give birth and I asked them to duct tape my mouth so I wouldn’t be screaming and scare them. Sometimes Mr. Man was there, and sometimes he wasn’t. I never had any of my “laboring” music with me and that was VERY bothersome to me… It went on and on. I woke up in a sweat and a little nervous. Today I’m going to pack my bag and make my “plans” for where our kids will go, etc. I think my sister-in-law may have induced this dream… she called last night right before I went to bed to let me know that one of her friends who is due July 31st gave birth on Saturday. I want two more weeks please! That should give me plenty of time to figure out every possible crazy dream situation.