Since Kingston spends most of his time sleeping, it’s pretty easy to pass him from one person to another or to lay him in his swing or crib without him waking up. What must it be like to float around while sleeping? What does he dream about? Does he ever wonder how he got somewhere? Does he like freeze-dried ice cream?
After watching him sleep Monday night in this outfit, we got a glimpse into his possible inter-planetary missions.
This past week I have been having some intense dreams. Not baby dreams, although I am still pregnant in them all, but dreams involving vicarious activity. The first one was on Tuesday and I was doing these crazy squats at a very fast pace and I woke up startled in the middle of a squat and had to catch my breath.
The next one was Wednesday and I was competing in the Amazing Race. I had lost my partner and I was running all around looking for her and when I finally found her I again woke up with a big intake of air.
Then Friday morning I was riding rollercoasters at a theme park. I didn’t wake up out of breath that time, but I did wake up exhausted. (Funny enough, I couldn’t remember what it was I was doing in the last dream, until later Friday night when Jeremy was driving down a particularly bumpy part of Colonial and it made me think of rollercoasters and jogged my memory.)
Is this my mind’s way of preparing for some intense activity that is coming in the next few days?
I’ve now had two dreams about quick labor. In Saturday night’s dream I was asleep and my labor was so fast I slept through it. I woke up to find I had a baby and I was a little sore and still tired. Then we went out to dinner and I woke up for real.
All I have to say is that these labor dreams better come true. I don’t like to be teased.
I’ve always had some wild dreams and the only thing that has changed in pregnancy is the subject matter. Last night I had a dream that I went into labor 6 weeks early and it was so fast that when we got to the birth center I walked into the lobby and delivered right there, I didn’t even get a chance to walk to a room. They handed the baby to me and he was a chunker, and completely dressed in girl’s clothes. I commented that I thought we were having a boy and started to undress him to find out. Sure enough, he was indeed a boy, and his diaper was full of poo and rice (?). I started looking for a diaper but couldn’t find one. I also couldn’t find Jeremy. I started saying I needed a diaper and asking where our diaper bag was but no one was around. And then I woke up.
Last night I had a dream that a coworker and I were shopping for baby supplies at Target. I didn’t have a stroller and couldn’t afford one, so I had strapped our baby into a piece of luggage and was pulling him around behind me in that. Oh dear!
