I had another dream last night. Another dream about babies (although this one was MUCH LESS FREAKY than the first one!).
I dreamed that my brother asked me to carry his baby (remember that “Friends” episode? “My sister’s gonna have my baby!!!” ), and I was going to have twins; a boy and a girl. My dream happened to be right at the end of the pregnancy, when I was feeling punky and tired and strange, and confident I was going to have those babies within the next 24 hours.
I was very “zen” about the whole impending-delivery thing. I remember letting people feel my bare stomach, because you could easily feel heads and bottoms, and little feet and hands (at that point, Anthony crawled into bed with me, so I probably was feeling that, just not internally). I remember making a list of questions to ask my brother, like did he want to be in the operating room? Did he want me to breastfeed while we were all in the hospital? Did he want them to stay with me in my room? (I really hoped the last two answers would be “yes”.)
And, like Phoebe (from “Friends”), I really wanted to keep one. Or both. Oh, I would have happily given them to Kevin, but I was secretly hoping he would change his mind and let me take them home.
I don’t even need help deciphering this dream. 😀
If I could only convince my husband…