I woke up yesterday after having a very vivid dream.
In my dream, I went into labour early and was not sure that we were going to make it to the hospital. The baby was RIGHT THERE. We raced to the hospital. En route, I realized I had forgotten my camera in our haste (gasp!), and somehow had the presence of mind to call Karen and tell her to come to the hospital and bring her camera.
We got there just in time to deliver a baby GIRL. 6 pounds, 6 ounces.
Some people put great stock in dreams. I’m not sure if I’m one of those people, at least with my own dreams. For one, I had experienced a great blow to my head the day before, and two, the only way I’m going to have a baby that small is if I delivered TODAY. We’ll just have to wait and see…four weeks to go…or maybe less.
My check-up was perfect, per usual. Baby is fine, and did the usual kicking of the doctor’s hand while she was using the Doppler. I’m obviously not in pre-term labour (yay!), and the doctor asked how my “irritated uterus” was doing. I told her that I carry on about my day, and then sit down when it starts to get uncomfortable. She told me that I was probably doing too much, but as long as I continued to listen to my body, all should be well.
She then made my day by telling me that I was “all baby.” My weight gain was good and it was all due to baby, with not really any extra. I love her. I don’t believe her, but I love her.
Now here’s where your imagination comes into play. Picture me, big basketball out in front. I’m wearing a black camisole tank top which is having a hard time keeping my belly from peeking out the bottom of it. I’m wearing a skirt and some flip flops. I stop at the liquor store to pick up some beer for a beef dip I’m making today (and to just have on hand – not for me, of course).
There I am, standing at the till. 8 months pregnant, with a big blue shiner. Pulling my tank top down with one hand and balancing a case of beer on my non-existent hips with the other hand. If that don’t say small-town hick, then I don’t know what does. Good thing I can laugh at myself.
As for the shiner, it’s now getting more of a red hue. Soon it will turn a nice shade of yellow. Even though it was entirely my own fault, I know that strangers in public probably think that my hubby hit me. Anyone that actually knows him knows that that would not be possible for him to do. But I feel awkward and want to stop everyone on the street and explain that I fell up the stairs. If I did that, however, they would probably think, “Yeah, right.” So, I say nothing, and plan on keeping my public appearances to a minimum.
At least I didn’t do this the day before Baby D arrives. That would make for some great baby book photos.
11 Comments
All you need is a cigarette dangling out of your mouth to complete the small-town hick look!
Well, what a story to tell your baby when its all grown up, anyways. Glad all is good with you there.
Comment by reddirtroad on September 13th, 2006 @ 9:53 amLOL! I was totally thinking Britney Spears when I read this – apparently I wasn’t the only one!
I had many dreams that I had a baby girl when I was pregnant with Kamden. My dreams are not usually predictors of reality since Kamo is all boy!
PS how do you make a hazelnut latte? Sounds delectible!
Comment by kami on September 13th, 2006 @ 11:14 amSo glad to hear that everything is okay. I don’t have any feeling one way or the other as to the gender of my baby this time around, but with Belle I just woke up one night in a cold sweat and knew she was a she. Maybe that’s what this dream is! I can’t wait to hear!!
Comment by Amanda Franks on September 13th, 2006 @ 12:04 pmI’m imagining you, and I’m giggling!! You must have looked REALLY funny!
I’m glad to hear everything is well with the baby. Not long to go now!! I’m getting excited 
Baby dreams are so weird! I’m glad things went well at your check up. I am so sorry about your bruise but the mental image did make me laugh. Karen is right, a baby on the hip would complete the image nicely!
Comment by Robyn on September 13th, 2006 @ 2:34 pmHere’s hoping your dream was prophetic! See ya tomorrow.
You painted a laugh out loud worthy picture in my head. 
Glad to hear all is well with baby D.
I’m putting more and more stock into my dreams lately
I’m glad that all is well with the bebe!
Comment by Lisa on September 13th, 2006 @ 9:07 pmOh my goodness..just picturing you in that liquor store! HA! That would have been a sight to see=)
Hope it heals up good and quick…and you’re right, at least you’ll have your normal facial colors for baby’s arrival! Enjoy these last few weeks=)
Comment by Tanneal on September 13th, 2006 @ 10:49 pm
I think the thing that would make you MORE hick is if you were standing in line at the liquor store, with a shiner, in a tank top that you’re pulling down, and holding beer in one hand while being 8 months pregnant would be if you had a 10 month old baby on your hip!!! haha. Thank goodness that’s not true!
Comment by Karen on September 13th, 2006 @ 9:06 am