Let the Dreams Begin!

Pregnancy Dreams. Simply put, Crazy. I heard about those "locos" who had dreams of birthing animals, and I always thought they were nuts. Well, call me nuts! I wanted to tell a few that stand out in my mind as being absolutely INSANE. Along with these come an average of 4-6 dreams per night, which began the latter part of my first trimester, so I'm actually more nuts than this post makes me sound. I wish I could share them all, but some I'd rather keep to myself...for the sake of my reputation.

1. I went in for an ultra-sound, and the nurse told me and Shawn that we could see what the baby looks like. We both thought it sounded perfectly safe, so we said, "Okay." Next thing I know, the woman "invades my personal space" and pulls the baby out by its foot! I start to panic and tell her to put it back in. I think my words were, "It's not done yet!"

2. Shawn and I arrived home after delivering a healthy baby girl. The baby starts to cry, and we frantically try to figure out what it wrong with her. Is she hungry? Does she need a new diaper? As I run around the house, I realize we have not set up anything for the baby. Diapers, bottles, pacifiers, etc. are still wrapped in their packages. I told Shawn, "Well, I guess I'll have to breast feed it." I reach into the crib and...yes, a brown Poodle. We both looked at it rather disappointed, but knew we better learn to love it. I tried and tried to get this Poodle to latch, but she wouldn't take my milk! Finally, mission accomplished. She was eating like crazy. I looked down with pride, and realized the poodle had changed into our dog Annabelle (a black Puggle).

3. I went into labor and delivered the baby in the hospital. The nurse took the baby away immediately, because she said the twin that was attached had dissolved. Hmmm... My mom called to wish us Congratulations, but quickly realized there was a problem. She told me to march into the room and demand to see the baby. So, I did as mommy said. When I walked in, the baby was in a baby doll box breathing from a straw. Imagine a cabbage patch kid box with a live baby in it. Shawn and I figured something was wrong, but the doctor said everything was normal about this little boy. So, we asked if we could take him home. He agreed with confidence, and proceeded to place our baby (straw and all) into a rotiserrie chicken box. Take out anyone?

You can probably imagine the others I've had since then. Shawn listens kindly, while I'm sure he is questioning his decision to marry me. Bring on the dreams baby A!