At the risk of turning this into a pregnancy-only blog (is there even a risk for that, given how infrequently I post anymore?), I had the WEIRDEST dream last night. Clearly, I’m in countdown mode, and I only need to bring up the bassinet and pack my hospital bag before I’m fully ready to bring this baby home. If my delivery-filled dreams are any indication, this baby could come any MINUTE, even if I still have a month or so left on the “calendar”. I am perfectly fine with this, by the way. As far as I’m concerned, the earlier the delivery, the better.
(For those of you who wonder, I am exactly 33 weeks and 4 days, and have not gone past 38 weeks with any previous pregnancy. While my “real” due date is July 1, my doctor is planning a mid-June delivery.)
So, I dreamed I had the baby, but for some reason, I had completely blocked all memories of delivery (doesn’t sound too bad, right?), so I wasn’t sure if my precious baby was a boy or a girl. The hospital staff teased me mercilessly, and refused to tell me, insisting I’d find out as soon as I changed the next diaper. The problem was (and really, except for the mystery-gender thing, it would have been no problem whatsoever), they kept taking the baby away to change it, so after my three-day stay, I still wasn’t sure whether I had a boy or a girl.
Then, once we got home, someone (Mom, was it you?) put the baby to sleep, and I figured, no big deal! I’d have to get up to feed it during the night, and I’d find out when we both woke up whether I could call my baby Sam or Natalie. Only, we both slept through the night (again, a miracle, if only I knew what to call my newborn!), and during the next day, the steady stream of visitors insisted on changing the baby’s diapers, and found it just as funny as the nurses did that I wasn’t sure of my own baby’s gender. So, naturally, THEY wouldn’t tell me, either.
I woke up in a panic, and after Kenny finished laughing at my dream recap, I vowed to sneak a peek at my chart when I see my doctor next week. Then I’ll have the double advantage of knowing for certain this baby’s gender (and keeping it to myself, thankyouverymuch)*, and getting revenge for the mockery.
What do you think? Boy? Girl? (Thankfully, I haven’t had a hermaphrodite dream… yet.) (And Kenny doesn’t find that suggestion the least little bit funny.) 😀
*I won’t really peek. Chill, Kenny.