Baby Dreams

Last night, I had a very, very good dream. Well, good in the sense that it wasn't my usual baby dreams where I forget the baby somewhere, or the baby dies or something. This time... I actually had a healthy baby. It started with me at my family's house for Thanksgiving, when I started having contractions. We all rush to the hospital where I'm put in an evaluation room. There, I'm starting to realize that the contractions are closer together, and that I really need to move to a labor room. So we start to move to a labor room, only to find it's not clean yet. So they set a palat out in the hall for me... just a blanket on the floor, while they clean the room. I suddenly tell someone that I really really need to push, and the nurse checks me and is like, "You're fully dialtated!!! Dang, you must have been in REAL labor pains back in that room and laboring for a long time!" I'm like, "duh!" and then start pushing. Thing is, in my dream it doesn't hurt (and I haven't gotten drugs that I know of). I see the baby coming out, and I pull him out onto my chest. It's the most beautiful dream I've ever had... because there is the son that I've been carrying around. Forrest walks up beside me and is crying buckets and buckets of tears. We tell everyone the name.... _________ and everyone loves it. They're blown away by the name. My dad throws his hands up and is like, "Wow! That is the coolest name ever!" and starts crying. The nurses announce that the baby is 10 lbs, 17 oz (which in reality is like 11 lbs and 1 oz right?! I'm not very good at math) I then get my son to start nursing, and he's perfect. He latches on perfectly, and there's no problem there. Now the nurses seem pretty concerned with getting me into the labor room to deliver the placenta. So I'm sitting there, while everyone is coming up and congratulating me. There are people from all sorts of different times in my life. From Suffolk, VA when I was only 3 years old... From Buena Vista, VA when I was only 6... and from my old church in Winston-Salem, NC that my dad is still pastor at. Everyone's coming and going, and all the while... I'm trying to nurse my son. His latch is perfect, but he's a little distracted, and he keeps looking around at everyone. He's the cutest thing I've ever seen, and I'm so in love. Here my dream sort of fast forwards a little, and I'm somewhere... not home yet. But Forrest and I are driving, and mom has the baby in her car, except she has the car seat IN THE FRONT SEAT!! and FACING FORWARD!!! I about have a heart attack and take the baby out of her car, and put him in our car in the back seat, facing backwards. Then Forrest and I realize that the baby was almost 3 months early, but amazingly is a big baby. But the only problem is, we don't have ANYTHING! No one has thrown us a baby shower (and we still don't have one planned... *shrug*) and we don't have half of the stuff we need... diapers? no... swaddling blankets? no... nothing! We have nothing! So I rush to Babies-R-Us where I run into my grandparents. I'm in the parking lot trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for anything because we are just flat broke at the moment. So when we run into them, I'm like, SURELY they'll help us out. Wrong! They tell us how sweet the baby is, and all, and... "if you need any help, just call!" Of course, I coulda been like, uh... yeah we need help! But it was one of those, "if you need help..." comments that just doesn't feel sincere and you feel bad taking them up on it. ANYWAYS... I go into Babies R Us, and I have everything I need..... except... the... baby. He's still in the backseat of the car. I freak out and run to the car, and he's there, and thank GOD! Still alive. So we head back to the store, only to find that the doors are closing... and we run and make it under the door just in time. I explain to the manager who's closing up that our baby is a month early and we don't have ANYTHING!!! So he lets me keep shopping. At this point in my dream, I think I was starting to wake up... because I'm talking to someone, and they're like, where's the baby!? And I point to the baby in his carseat, and then feel the baby kick in my stomach. I'm like that's weird, I thought I had the baby already....
Then, as I wake up, I realize that the baby is literally JUMPING on.my.bladder. and kicking the snot out of me! I roll over and tell Forrest the baby's kicking, and then tell him about my dream. It's so crazy to have those types of dreams that are so real, and make me want to have my son RIGHT NOW!!! Not to mention that in my dream he was so incredibly cute, and that everyone loved his name (which I'm DYING TO TELL!!!!) (and no, I won't yet... our parents read this blog, and they're maybe, MAYBE gonna find out the name at Christmas). Then and only then will I tell you... and you can tell me it's the coolest name on the planet. :) Anyways... Just thought I'd share my cool dream with you. I'm gonna go eat more food because... Baby is kicking me again! and I'm hungry again!!! :)