Dreaming

I worked in Emma's room for a little bit last night. I have filled two trash bags and cleared out the computer desk so it can be moved. Not much, but a start.

I dreamt I went into labor last night. It could be because I was just discussing with my neighbor what I would do if I went into labor, in the night, while Brian was working. Or the fact that our good friends, due May 8th, were told they could have their daughter any day. She's now on bed rest.

It was a completely random and bizarre dream. I remember checking into the hospital, but not the one where I'll be delivering, and being greeted by my doctor. My water had broken but I hadn't started having any contractions. Instead of starting pitocin we just waited for the contractions to start. The my current doctor turned into my old doctor because she got tired of waiting. So, my old doctor waited for contractions. Mom was there and she walked the hospital floors with me. I just kept thinking- I wish the contractions would start!

(Okay- really- what normal being WANTS to have contractions?? Clearly a bizarre dream.)

Apparantly, my old doctor got tired of waiting and they sent in a man doctor. Who sent me home. WHAT? My water's broken. You can't send me home? At that point I started to stir and I was coherent enough to realize that the dream was wrong. But I was still asleep enough to continue dreaming, with great worry, that I was not due for another 7 weeks. It was too early. And I wasn't ready.

Oh, how I will NOT miss the crazy dreams that pregnancy brings.