the baby dreams are getting more and more strange. for starters, paul had his first baby dream this week. he woke himself up because he was laughing, and then he wanted to wake me up to tell me about it, but didn’t (good thing). apparently in paul’s dream, the baby was a boy and when paul picked him up all the baby did was fart and poop everywhere. paul said it was constant and just wouldn’t stop. hahahaha! i guess that was when he started to laugh and the dream ended b/c his laughter woke him up. cute, right?

my dreams have been really bizarre. the latest ones are birthing dreams. i had one last week of me, ready to give birth, doctors in the room, people yelling at me to push, but when i did, nothing happened. the baby wouldn’t move and it was as though my unborn little peanut was laughing at my efforts, telling me “hey, that’s cool, i’m just going to chill out here for a while.” not so cool.

the one i had last night was the most graphic so far (and i’ll spare you all the details, don’t worry). it was another birthing dream, but i wasn’t ready to give birth yet, just in the beginning processes of doctors telling me “ok nicole, it’s going to be a long night, so try to get some rest when you can.” for some reason, mom was in the hospital bed next to me as though she was a patient too (for what, i do not know). but instead of being in a hospital, we were in a banquet hall with hospital beds everywhere and absolutely no privacy (my nightmare come true of having this baby on base). in my dream, i realize that i’m not supposed to be there b/c i’m not far enough along in my pregnancy to give birth yet and would have a very premature baby. then i panic. i get out of my bed and start walking down this corridor to find someone and tell them that i’m not supposed to be here yet. of course, no one is to be found. then all of a sudden the labor pains begin and my water breaks. a nurse shows up, hands me a tray (it looks like one of those paper plates with the sections all cut out in it, like where to put the meat and the potatoes, etc). the nurse tells me that everything that “drops out of me” needs to be caught on this tray and given back to her for tests. WHAT?!?!?!?! totally bizarre. so i go back to my banquet hall, tell my mother (who is still lying in the bed next to me) and she looks at me and says “well, sounds like the nurse knows what she’s talking about.” and that was it. that was my dream. over and done with. completely crazy.

i’d be really interested to know if others have weird baby dreams during this time. all of my dreams (whether they have been pregnancy-related or not) have been so vivid and “real” since i’ve been pregnant. it’s really crazy to think of what my brain is going through when i’m asleep.

anyway, enough for now…. enjoy your day everyone!!!