Lately I've been having VERY vivid dreams. I know it goes hand in hand with pregnancy, but I thought it usually happened later on and not in the first trimester. Still, they've been varying. I've dreamt about meeting and being great friends with blog writers I have never met, to the point that it feels incredibly real and I'm disappointed when I wake up. I've had sex dreams that make me blush just thinking about them. And I have dreamt several times about the birth day of our child.
In the dreams about the birth, nothing is ever clear until the baby is already born. I don't have any details of how the delivery went but I can recall with detail the dreams where I first breastfed our baby, the first bath, baby being weighed for the first time, how much hair (dark!) it has, and... the gender.
In each and every dream, the baby is a girl. Whether she is swaddled in a pink blanket, or has a bow in her thick dark hair, it's been evident that my dream baby is a girl. Does this mean anything? Probably not, but it could, right?
Last night's dream was the most vivid I've had of "her". Shortly after the delivery I'm with the baby alone in the birthing room. She is still freshly born, unbathed, and I'm taking the time to get to know her, finger by finger and toe by toe. Then a nurse comes in and says "Let's get baby's weight!" and with that the nurse scoops her up and carries her over to the scale. The weight on the scale showed baby weighed 7 lb, 17 oz (which I know isn't a real measurement, but I DO remember the numbers) and she commented on how big the baby was. She was healthy, pink, alert, and all mine.
Dreams like this are my absolute favorite. They give me a glimpse (perhaps not a realistic one) of what those first moments could be like or, rather, how they'll feel.
I can't wait.
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