Friday, May 20, 2005

Pregnancy Dreams

So while I am on the topic of the new pregnancy, I have to share what is definitely the craziest pregnancy dream I have ever had. My dreams this time have been more vivid than ever before and they are just nuts. So two nights ago, this is what my hormone-drenched head came up with:

I am at the hospital and very very pregnant. I am dressed in a white gown, as are all the other patients. The maternity ward seems to be a very social place and very open in its layout. I am in a smaller room with Vicky, a pregnancy weekly website buddy (who is not currently pregnant in real life). She is in labor and we are talking about how cool it is that we are going to have our new babies together. We hug and bond. Then I think to ask, what day is it, it doesn't seem like it's really time for me to have my baby. The nurse tells me it's December. I am shocked because the last thing I remember, I was only three months pregnant. I am upset that I have absolutely no memory of the last six months of my life. My mom is there and she and the nurse just laugh at me like it's a typical pregnancy thing. I continue to insist that it's not funny, it's disturbing, but no one seems to agree.

Then Vicky is gone and I want to find the room she's been taken to. While I am looking, I see that my dad is there and he's in a very bad mood for some reason. My brother is also there, having traveled from Dallas to be here for the birth, but he is refusing to stay with anyone while he's in town - he's brought a tent that he insists he will sleep in. Outside. In December. In Ohio. Ok, whatever, because here comes my sister, directly from the airport, she is also here from Phoenix for the birth. My husband is in the waiting room also and is being generally supportive of me.

I am walking around, socializing, when I see a baby in a swing. It's the son of another pregnancy weekly website friend, and he's asleep in the swing, only he's wiggled his way up to the actual mechanical part of it. So I pick him up and snuggle him and put him back where he belongs, then I find his mom, who is also pregnant (though again, not in real life) and wearing a white gown. She is perfectly groomed, hair and makeup, and looks beautiful. She is socializing with some other people and I tell her what happened and she thanks me and goes to get her son.

Well all of a sudden I realize that I am not really having contractions anymore and a male nurse eventually comes up to me with a form he wants me to sign. Mom looks at it and laughs again and says that they are sending me home because my contractions stopped. I object; after all I am supposed to have a c-section, so it shouldn't matter; in fact, I wasn't even supposed to be having contractions to begin with. But mom says that it's "policy" and says that it has something to do with the fact that it's dawn. So I am upset and for some reason, again ask what is the date. I am told it's December 1st. I look at Dan and say, "it's Anna's birthday!" He of course agrees, and I point out that we should do something special for her birthday. Dan says ok. So I am sent home and my dad is driving me and Dan home and on the way I keep insisting to Dan that we do something special for Anna's first birthday. Dan assures me that it will be ok and says we will just drive through Tim Horton's and get some doughnuts.

I sort of wake up from the dream and I think I told Dan a couple of times that "they sent me home." He tells me I am having a bad dream and I answer, not bad, just strange. Indeed.

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