Last nights baby dream.

Unfortunately for baby dream number three, I don't remember a huge amount but I wanted to write about it anyway.

I'd just gone through labour, not sure whether it was natural or a Caesar, but I was laying in bed holding the baby and it was a little boy, he was wearing all white and seemed to be quite cute. I seemed to be fine and obviously not stressed out by the whole thing. We didn't have a name for the baby yet though. A little later in my dream the baby was happily laying in one of those hospital baby cribs. I didn't hear him cry and I think I was thinking something like 'maybe this won't be so bad after all.'

That is all I can remember, it was a very pleasant dream, it's just a pity that I can't remember much of it. Think I woke up as I had to go to the lou, as you do in the middle of the night when your bladder is the size of a pea.

It's funny but I know why I had this dream. Mum had been around yesterday and we were talking about whether I was going to tell people what it is and if we were going to tell everyone the final name. Obviously I was still thinking our conversation subconsciously as a large part of the dream was about the fact we didn't have a name yet and that it was a boy.