In one day I will officially be full term, which means….this kid in me could make an appearance at any time. Hopefully, she won’t, but maybe she will.
I’ve always been a last minute kind of girl. For instance, my senior year of high school, my prom date had to hound me for weeks to get a dress so he could get his tux. Two weeks before prom, my mom and I drove to a little boutique in the next town over; I tried on 2 or 3 dresses, picked one, and then we drove home.
All along people have been asking me, “do you have your nursery set up?” Um, yeah, no. Two weeks ago, we sort of transformed our study into a baby room, complete with a crib and a changing table. The crib just got a mattress the other day and we’re still waiting on a rocking chair and dresser (though I think these are coming with my parents).
So, finally 3 weeks before my due date, I’m thinking….maybe I should pack a bag or maybe I should organize the baby’s room a little more….maybe I should whip up some homemade non-smelly laundry detergent and wash some onesies so I can bring home a clothed child from the hospital instead of a naked one…
I did some minor organizing today and I did buy an extra loofa at Target, so at least my toiletries (sans toothpaste-better not forget that) are packed in a bag. I’m currently washing a load of laundry so I’ll have a choice of which sweats to wear to the hospital as ALL of mine are dirty right now. Hmmm….things most expectant moms think about more regularly.
So anyway, as the day grows nearer, my mind is at least clouded with things I SHOULD be doing, thus maybe explaining the rash of INSANE dreams I had last night. Here is a brief description of what went on between the hours of 2:30-5:30am in my mind.
1. I delivered a baby. This baby was not an average size baby, mind you. This wasn’t even small. This baby could fit in the palm of my hand, but was fine medically. She was crawling around and I thought she was just so CUTE. Then a Great Dane (possibly the one I mentioned in the last entry that Matt wanted to adopt-Gabe) came bounding in with one motive-play with the baby. This was terrifying to me, because Gabe was bouncing all over the place and about to squish the baby.
2. The baby I delivered had my lips (which is pretty evident from the ultrasound at 23 weeks). But, she also had Matt’s nose. I think Matt has a great nose. In fact, I think that Matt is pretty dang attractive in every way. I mean really, sometimes I’m still shocked that I scored such a good looking guy. But his nose is not small. It’s not big-though he’ll tell you it is, but it’s not small. We were just talking about this the other day…and you really can’t tell how big a kid’s nose will get based on their childhood noses. I’ve known a lot of people who had little noses as kids and then adolescence hit and WHOA. So, in my dream this was not the case. The kid had huge lips and now that I think about it, teeth. And she also had a larger than average nose.
3. In my dream, all I wanted to do was take a shower . I was ok’ed to do so but when I went to the bathroom, the shower floor was covered in matted hair and dirt. It was gross.
4. When I got back from my gross shower, the baby was the size of a normal baby (which I was happy for) and it was time to breastfeed for the first time. I knew it was time because 1. The baby told me it was and 2. My left boob hopped up on it’s own, like bounced up like it had a mind of its own.
5. My baby, who was, while breastfeeding, chewing gum, informed me that she didn’t like my breastmilk because it tasted like lactaid. I didn’t know what lactaid is until just a second ago. In fact, I just googled it and apparently dream baby knows more than I do. After this declaration against breastmilk, there were some crazy lactation specialists swarming about and then I woke up.
So, I don’t know if this crazy dream means….
1. Kiddo’s coming soon.
2. I’m thinking about stuff way too much.
3. I really should refrain from taking Sudafed before bed.
All in all, though, it was just another normal night in my crazy head.