When I was pregnant with Jayne, I had all the standard freaky reoccurring pregnancy dreams. This time around, I haven’t had quite as many. Must be because I’m such a professional now {cough, choke} and no longer apprehensive about what lies ahead {sputter}.

Last night, apparently, my brain was making up for lost time. Not only did I have the bizarre dream, but I managed to hit three pregnant dream cliches all in one night.

1. The front of my belly was as thin as a bedsheet. So while we couldn’t see through my skin to see the baby, we could see very vivid imprints of the baby as it wriggled in my belly.
2. The baby was so active, I just had to take it out and see it. I could tell through my paper-thin skin that this kid was ready to come out and since I could simply replace when I was done, why not? So I proudly took out my baby (my dream was thankfully vague on how that was managed) and loved on it. The entire time, I kept thinking, “I know it’s early, so I’ll just put it back when I’m done.”
3. Even after checking out my healthy baby, cuddling it, showing it off (all done with full intention of putting it back in my womb), I didn’t even flinch at the fact that it was a basset hound puppy.

Oh, and don’t even ask me the sex of the baby. I can never tell with puppies.

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