Two of my dear friends are expecting babies at any minute. I’m not exaggerating – too much. Both of them are in the last two weeks of their longest pregnancies. One of them, L, has been having contractions on and off for days.
Needless to say, when my phone makes that special, “Text received!” ding, I jump. And I’ve been sleeping with the phone by my bed, since I’m on both of their lists for assistance with their older boys. That means I could end up with 4 extra boys at one time. Hopefully this is as likely as a lightening strike.
Being surrounded by pregnancy has done some weird things to my dreaming. And I mean that literally, not that I’m dreaming of being pregnant (we have decided that unless God gives us an “accident”, our family is complete. Just in case you were wondering.) In one dream *I* was 8 1/2 months pregnant. And usually when that happens in a dream, and you are NOT (I repeat…NOT) pregnant, it’s rather shocking, yes? Well, in the dream I was all, “Yeah, no big deal…hugely pregnant…caring on as usual.”   I’m blaming the friend who described herself scrubbing the floor – on her hand and knees, of course – and then realizing that her belly was inches from the floor. That’s an image that will stick with you.
Two nights later I had another (non)pregnancy dream. In this one, L had had her baby girl…and it was a raccoon. That looked like a baby. In dreams, you just accept things as facts. And although Miss Baby looked to me like a human, the facts were that she was indeed a raccoon. I’m blaming the influence for this ridiculous dream on watching a Harry Potter movie before bed – and you know that animagi (plural of animagus) figure in those stories strongly. (You DO know that, don’t you?!) (Want to see which animal you would be? Here’s a fun little quiz– I’m an otter, by the way.)
But my pregnancy dreams are not only the result of vicarious experience. Oh no. I had many while pregnant with each of my kids. The most memorable (and recent) was one I had during the first half of my pregnancy with Adam. In the dream, I was pregnant, of course. And I was running around the house in a panic, collecting items for a trip, I think. And then all of a sudden it wasn’t ME who was having a baby…it was a giant white whale in the bay behind our house (which only exists in that particular dream). I didn’t have too hard of a time interpreting this one.
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Ladies, any significant pregnancy dreams? Fellas (and ladies, I guess), ever had to deal with a partner’s dreams…while they slept on? I may have more to say about this subject in another post.:)
Anyone want to venture their own interpretation of these baby-related dreams? NO, I’m not pregnant. Be more creative.
