Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Dreams
I had a dream last night. I just found out I was pregnant. Let me repeat, it was a dream. It was a surprise to us. The dream skipped ahead. I found myself at the hospital. A nurse felt my belly and the baby. She put my legs in these stirrups. She told me I could practice pushing. Huh? I ended up having the baby. I'm pretty sure it was a girl. Whether boy or girl, the baby was big. The baby was very big. My mom keeps telling me our next baby is going to be a petite little girl. Well, if this is any indication, only the gender guess will be right. By the time I saw her, she already had her little hospital hat on. She was 9 lbs 15 oz. I was nervous about delivering her, and she was already out. I thought Stevie was big at 9 lbs 1 oz. He looked like this baby we all heard about in the nursery, only Stevie had more hair. He was placed next to a 5 lb 7 oz baby. We laughed. Back to my dream. My baby was 9 lbs 15 oz. That just seems ever so much bigger. (Matt was 10 lbs 1 oz. I would prefer not to climb that mountain.) I woke up. I told Matt the dream. He had no comments. Maybe he was still sleeping. I'm now feeling like I'm not ready to have another baby. Ever. That's not really true, but I woke up nervous. I'll just keep telling myself, "If my body grows it, my body can push it out. If it can't, God can."
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When I was pregnant with Ben, I wanted a little tiny peanut of a baby. For some reason I just wanted a little six pounder or something. Before he was born, I had a dream that he came out with a HUGE head (like freakishly, inhumanly large), and I couldn't feed him. He was trying to nurse and his head was larger than my lap. It makes ...no... sense, I know. :) Anyway, he came out at 7 lb 14 oz, and I thought that was just perfect. Not too big, not too small. After Matt was born, I thought he looked smaller than Ben. I guessed 7 lb 1 oz. When Josh walked in from the nursery to tell me how much he weighed, he had this big smirk on his face. He said, "Eight. Twelve." I was speechless for a second, and then I said "And I felt every ounce." Ha ha ha.
Beth, I was glad (after he was out) that Stevie was on the big side. I held my nephew born in October who was barely 6 lbs...and he just seemed so tiny and fragile. Stevie had some sturdy-ness, haha. You are too funny...you felt every ounce!
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