I had my first actual dream about the baby last night. I've had lots of dreams where I've been pregnant, almost every single one since I found out I was pregnant in... but never got to see the baby.
Well in last nights' I had just given birth (I didn't dream about that part luckily) and I was taking the school bus to go see him, don't ask me why. Well it was winter and the bus driver was doing 100km/h down the wintry road when all of a sudden the bus flew off the road, like hurtling towards this bridge through the sky. So I shouted at my sister who was a few rows ahead of me to open up her window and get ready to jump. I remember feeling really anxious that I would never get to see my baby, and thinking "I'm not gonna die today!"
Anyway the bus starts tilting to one side (we are still in the air) and everyone jumps out their windows just before it hits the bridge and disappears. No explosion or anything, it's just gone.
Then my mom comes running to me with my baby and I got to see him and hold him and he was perfect.
Meanwhile in real life...
Our new kitty is loads of fun and excitement, but she is also evil! She has literally destroyed our fake leather chair, by sharpening her claws on it. I wish she had destroyed the couch, because it would be less noticeable. But no, she has decided fake leather works just great to sharpen claws on, as well as soft silky curtains. Ugh.
I should be getting ready for my mom and sister's arrival on Monday, tidying up and cleaning out the spare room, however I have been unusually busy the past week. Not busy doing anything really, but I just feel busier... if that makes sense.
With the baby due to arrive any day now, I feel like I have run out of time and I'm not ready at all. The list of things we still need to be prepared for his arrival is outstanding... baby formula, baby wash, a dresser (the one we ordered from Sears won't arrive until August 6th now, how useful), a crib! (the one we ordered from Sears has arrived, but no word on the mattress), a bassinet, etc. I started putting things in his room but since we still have one wall to paint I can't put any of the clothes in there or the stuff that smells might stick to, like stuffed animals. I'm sure it won't matter at all and the smell of paint won't be on any of it but I am being extremely cautious because I want everything to be perfect, even though at this point I will be screaming in labour and Jamie will be out buying all our last minute things!
Oh, and in my dream he was too heavy for me to lift... but he was small, like a normal sized baby, my arms were just too weak to hold him and I kept having to lay him down all the time. That worries me.
7:21 am - July 24, 2008
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