I'll have to read back through the archives, but I don't really remember having pregnancy/labor dreams with the Robster, but over the last couple weeks they have kicked up into full gear.
NEWTESS has kicked up into full gear. Literally. The kicking. Oh my ya'll.
Maybe the placenta previa last time around kept the kicking pain from happening, but I swear this gal is going to be a holy terror.
I think we're due.
So my dream. I had a VERY vivid dream about 10 days ago that BE2 was going to be born at 32 weeks and 6 days. And then I had it again. And then that weekend, and into Monday and Tuesday I started having full on contractions, or so I thought.
Maybe I didn't have Braxton Hicks last time around... or maybe I over did it that particular weekend, but I spent about 6 hours one night weighing the pros and cons of being that girl who called the doctor and cried wolf. It didn't help that on that particular day, I was 32 weeks and 6 days, so I was all up in my head.
And then that evening, in my dream, Newtess was born. She weighed 2 lbs, 14 ozs, came out without hardly any labor, permanently damaging my lady parts. The doctor held her up and said "Well I guess we can blame that on her New York toes".
New York toes?
What does that even mean?
Resolved: no more crazy dreams. Take it easier. Define "new york toes"
(And yes, I took it easy for a couple days both at home and work, and the crazy contractionish behavior is gone for now. I just have a feeling baby gal is coming early, however. Maybe Thanksgiving? Maybe before)
Also. Gratuitous photos of our aggressive-smiley-cruiser-who-has-no-interest-in-walking-I-mean-ever.