Wednesday, March 17, 2010

It was just a dream... It was just a dream... *repeat*

I feel like the older I get, the more baby dreams I have… I’ll have dreams that I’m a mom, and I’ll also have dreams that people close to me are pregnant. They’re usually good dreams (albeit weird), and I usually wake up with a lingering longing feeling for my dream-child. That sounds really weird, doesn’t it?! I feel very strange admitting it out loud, even, but you know what I mean… right?


I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream quite like the one I had a few nights ago…

So, I was pregnant and I was about to go into labor… Only I was a SURROGATE! Weird, huh?! Even weirder - I was a surrogate for a FRIEND! Seriously… WTF? I don’t even know what that could mean (I’ll have to get with my friend Rebekah on that one - she’s way into dream decoding). So, there I was, pregnant with my friend’s baby, about to go into labor. It’s almost like I was *just* getting onto the hospital bed (in an awkward/sideways position) as the doc was telling me to PUSH. I dream-pushed only a couple times, and that was it! The baby popped out and I said, “Wow, that didn’t even hurt!” (I think this is the second part of the dream that might need some “decoding”, no?)

That was the gist of it… total weirdness! I don’t really think it “means” anything… I have weird dreams about one weird thing or another pretty much ever night, so I’m kinda used to it. I just thought it was fitting to share…

Oh, and when I told my husband about it, he said “Wow, you *really* don’t want to have a baby with me!” WTF times a million! Why would he even say that? Silliness…

I just remembered something else about the dream… after I gave birth, I kept poking my flabby stomach (which kinda felt like a waterbed stomach), saying “OMG, feel this… it feels so weird!” and telling friends to poke my stomach. Um, okay, maybe that was the weirdest part… because I could actually FEEL IT! Weeeeeeeeeird.

Here’s to no more weird baby dreams (only happy, pretty ones, okay?)…

No comments:

Post a Comment