Blast from the past: pregnancy dream edition.

I was scanning the archives of an old blog I sometimes posted in during pregnancy & found this entry. I was actually looking for it so I could share it here because it was so strange. I mean a milk crate? Seriously?

There is a funny little connection between my dream and the here&now, though. She didn't wear an outfit with fruit on it the Saturday she came home from the hospital but her first swimsuit (which is now on its way here, thanks Ma!) has orange slices on it.

I totally forgot we used to call her Tad...anyway, enjoy this silly dream:

Another baby dream.

The night before last, I had an odd dream that involved Baby M.

I gave birth early, sometime this summer, but Baby M was healthy and weighed 6+ pounds. Baby M had her dad’s dark colored hair (and it was fuzzy like his too (when the back and sides grow out from his 0 fade, now downy like normal baby hair) and a mixture of our eye colors (hazel and blue). Baby M was wearing some sort of a fruit-themed ensemble when we left the hospital — strawberry or watermelon, perhaps? She also rode home on the floor of the vehicle in a milk crate because we didn’t have a seat for her as I gave birth early.

I was either sleeping or knocked out when I gave birth, so I don’t remember anything and I was completely surprised when I saw our little girl. So far I’ve felt as if it is a little boy and had a dream that I saw in his diaper and it was a boy (wow, that sounds off), so this threw me for a loop when I woke up.

Since I was sleeping and it all happened so quickly (in apparently less than 10 minutes), my family did not call D. I was very upset about this. The hospital collaborated with my family and gave her a temporary name since we hadn’t named her yet. Her name? Gina. Eek! I don’t have any problems with the name Gina but I do not want our baby girl to have that name.

That’s where the dream ended … how strange! I told D and he thinks that Tad(pole) is going to be a girl for a couple reasons. One being that we call him / her “Tad”, which is short for Tadpole. The second being we’re constantly referring to the baby as “he”, and he thinks it’ll be a girl just to spite us for assuming it is a boy. I can’t recall the third reason, he just has this gut feeling it is a girl. I still have a gut feeling it is a boy. We’ll see on July 7th, hopefully, eh?


Do you remember any of your pregnancy dreams?