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Baby
Dreams I've always had vivid, unusual dreams, and plenty of them. But since I've gotten pregnant, they've gotten even more numerous, and even stranger. Of course, I'm sure much of this phenomenon can be traced to hormones and almost constantly thinking about babies and pregnancies, but I thought some of you might be amused to know just what I dream about these days. 6/27/00 - OK, really weird dream last night. I went to the hospital, but wasn't in labor. I guess I went there to be induced, but they didn't give me any pitocin. They just had me change into a hospital gown, then told me to walk. Now, I know that walking is supposed to help you dilate once you're in labor, but I've never read that it helps bring on labor. But hey, this was a dream, right? Anyway, the hospital was adjoined to a baseball stadium (indoor), so there I was, in my hospital gown and slippers, walking around the baseball stadium. The escalators were broken, so I was walking up them like stairs. Mike was kind of there, off and on. He kept running off to call family members to tell them we were "in walking". LOL Anyway, I never did go into labor, at least not during that dream. 5/8/00 - Last night I dreamed my ex showed up with a toddler, about two years old, a little boy. He told me it was my son, and made me come back with him. His name was Mohammad. Funny how stupid you can be, even in your dreams, huh? Weird thing is, if he thought it might work, I wouldn't put it past him. 3/3/00 - Last night, I dreamed we went to the hospital to have our visit, and the nurse came up to me with the results of the MSAFP (in the dream, I kept calling it an amniocentesis, but it was a blood test so I'm pretty sure I MEANT to dream MSAFP). I was all upset because I hadn't wanted them to conduct this test, but they'd done it anyway. The test showed that everything about the baby was fine except that it had an irregular heartbeat. (???) Then I wanted to do my ultrasound, so I went back out into the waiting room to wait for Dr. Parsons, but he never would come out to get me. I went into the examination room hall and was wandering around looking for him. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I really wanted to have my ultrasound!! I woke up just as he came around the corner looking all irritated with me. Go figure! 2/21/00 - This one was actually a series, and there are too many details to remember, but I'll try to put in as many as I can. For some reason, I was at the hospital at my current stage of pregnancy to deliver. I'm only 4 months along!! Everyone kept asking me if I felt any contractions (I think this comes from trying so hard lately to feel the baby move) which I couldn't. They turn the lights out and leave me there alone to labor. I fall asleep and awaken to a pelvic exam. I open my eyes and see that my doctor isn't wearing a shirt. I think, "Oh, well, he must have stopped in here on his way to get his scrubs on or something." He says he can feel some mild contractions but I just shrug. He gets up to walk to the bathroom and I note he's not just topless, he's completely undressed. I avert my eyes. I lie there for awhile, wondering if a shower might not make labor progress. Thinking the bathroom the doc went to is separate from mine, I get undressed and head for the shower. Lo and behold, the doc is in the tub, in the same bathroom. I scoot out before he sees me. The next part I remember is that it's a New Year's Eve party in the labor & delivery ward. There are probably 200 people around, dressed up and wearing goofy hats. They've been at a party "on the island" (???) and are back to unwind (???). By this point I'm dilated to one centimeter and still don't feel a thing. I decide to get up and walk around. A lady doctor walks up to me along with my real doctor, who has his clothes back on and is with his very pretty wife (whom I've never met in real life). They ask where I'm going and I tell them I'm going to the island. The lady nurse tells me to make sure I'm not contracting too badly first. I tell her I can't feel anything and she says OK. I ask her name and she says, "You're in the labor and delivery room of Dr. Karl Marx." I nod, like this is the most natural thing in the world to say. Incidentally, my real doc's first name is Mark, so maybe this has something to do with that connection..? Anyway, on my way to the boat that takes you to "the island", someone asks me to bring her back a chicken quesadilla, "and make sure it's steaming." So when I get to the island, I poke around until I find some steaming chicken quesadillas and bring them back for her. The next thing I remember is getting another pelvic, this time from a nurse. She tells me I'm dilated to 3 (I still don't feel anything). I get up to walk around and Mike's parents are there. Mike's dad tells me, "Can I have a grandson, please?" which is even more bizarre when you consider the fact that Mike's parents haven't made any mumblings in real life one way or the other. Anyway, the last part of the dream series has me at 4 centimeters and surrounded by way too many strangers in way too large a place. Then I woke up. ~2/14/00 - (I don't remember the exact date for this one, because I dreamed it before I started keeping this page.) It was time to delivery the baby. The dream started with me lying on a gurney in a hospital gown in the hallway of a hospital, with Mike standing at my feet. All of a sudden, a nurse walks over with a scalpel, pushing her way through all of the other people in the hallway. She pulls my hospital gown up over my swollen belly and cuts a gash right across it from one side to the other. No "Hello", no "How do you do?", no nothing. She just opened me up, took out a very LARGE baby boy, and walked away. Mike and I are looking at each other very bewildered. I call out to the nurse, who is across the hallway cleaning the baby, "How big is he?" "14 pounds." "FOURTEEN pounds???" She just laughs at me and says, "No." "Well, then, how big?" She brings him back over to us, all swaddled the way you see it done on television, hands him to Mike and says, "He has a yeast infection." Then she turns on her heel and walks away. I hop down off of the gurney and follow her. "A yeast infection??" She won't tell me anymore. So I find the nurses station and demand the head nurse. She comes out and I start complaining about what has just happened. "I want a doctor, I want a room, and I want to know how big my baby is." She says the rooms are all full but that she'll let me sleep on the rec room's couch. Funny thing is, in the dream I treat this like some big major victory. I go back to Mike, who is by now surrounded by my family. My dad is saying we can't name him Adam, we have to name him something else. I ignore my dad, take my baby (who really DID feel like 14 pounds) and head to the rec room. Then I woke up. |