Baby Dreams

I had a dream last night about the baby. The baby had decided to come out, just for a little bit. Labor was painless. We weren't sure of the sex since the baby was clothed (and sitting up) but we were surprised to think it was a boy. We fell in love with him right away. He was beautiful and liked to watch his dad carefully. I think he had on a corduroy jacket...he was adorable, with dark blue eyes and brown hair, and we took him out for a long walk in his stroller, along a shaded road under a canopy of spring green trees.

Before I could wake up, however, the dream baby decided he should go back in for a little bit to keep growing. Yesterday, while having a conversation with a work colleague, I felt very strong movements downward, which I thought might be the baby dropping, but no, not yet. I feel them now as I write, too. My OB asked if I was staying locally for the holiday next week; when I said yes, she said, "That's wise! Me too!" I'm excited.

We bought a stroller the other day. A real beauty, high-end design in a bright golden yellow, and it comes with a DVD that made me laugh almost all the way through. Four dads dance out into a modern dance version of an urban environment, each pushing a Bee. They kick it, pull it, and run crazily with it to demonstrate how versatile and durable it is. I had to watch it twice just for the pleasure of it. That said, I still don't quite have all the features mastered. There is a section where no one is dancing, and probably I should watch that demo again once or twice.

Of course, it could be a full seven weeks until the baby actually arrives. Or three weeks. Or five weeks. Or one week. No one really knows. But ever since the baby has been using his or her hands to tap out the time on my lower abdomen, I've been thinking s/he is getting bored in there.