D-day (Due date) has come and gone and it is all becoming a bit surreal. This past week has been filled with several ridiculously outrageous pregnancy dreams shared both by the husband and I.
In one I went to the bar to find my husband cause I was in labor at 3 AM. No one was around but a random person whose blog I follow. I proceeded to give birth on the bar floor with several bar rags put down to keep the area clean.
In another, I had given birth to cow (like the animal). It was at least a boy from what I remember.
And most recently, the husband had a dream that I wasn’t able to wake him up to take me to the hospital.
In reality, the fact that I have had numerous occasions of STRONG contractions that meet the 5 minutes apart, 1 minute long only to have them fade after a half hour is becoming a bad dream. As is the fact that I’m now sick with a cold and can’t breathe.
With a little patience I’ll wake up and all my dreams will come true. I’ll keep you posted.