Did I tell you about my Baby Dream?

Now I'm not normally someone who remembers their dreams however all these pregnancy hormones seem to be having an effect, not only am I dreaming more but I'm actually remembering them the next morning.

A couple of nights ago a had my first dream that we actually had a baby (a boy) here at home with us. I had just come home from the hospital and was extremely unprepared. The nursery wasn't set up, I could find anything including clean nappies and we didn't seem to have much in the way of clothes for Ernie to wear.

Anyway, of course Ernie needed his nappy changed, and of course it would have to have been the stinkiest worst nappy you could possibly see. So Ernie's lying naked on the change table, I'm trying to clean him but can find anything to wipe him with. At this point I need to describe Ernie a little bit. He is big, very big, far to big to be the newborn that he is supposed to be. About the size of a 1 year old and at about the developmental level of a three year old, without being able to talk. Finally Ernie decides that he has had enough of my incompetence, jumps off the change table, grotty bum and all and puts himself into a clean pair of pj's that had miraculously appeared out of nowhere. I'm left trying to explain to him that we have to at least make him clean before he should put on clean clothes but I have to admit he didn't seem that interested.

And that was my dream. I think this is part of the reason that pregnancy takes nine months. You need at least that amount of time to come to grips with the emotions of it all and subconsciously work through all your worries and concerns. Thank goodness I have another seven or so months to go - I think I'm going to need them.