Last night I woke up around 4:00 am thinking about bottle feeding the baby for the extravaganza. Crazy thing about it was that I thought I was dreaming about bottle feeding the baby during the extravaganza, until I had been awake for about 5-10 minutes which was when I realized I was actually awake.
Anyhow, I tossed and turned, unable to get back to sleep for about an hour. Still thinking about random baby things until sometime after 5:00 am when I finally dozed off again. When I did finally get back to sleep I had this odd dream.
I was back in High School, but I was driving the new car that I just bought (we traded in the PT Cruiser for a 2008 Toyota Camry Hybrid). Ali and Caryn were there and had just returned from Ireland (they're really coming back any day now) and I wanted to show them the new car. So I took them outside to the parking lot. I found the car and I opened the door and sat inside, which was when I realized that it was not my car...at least not all of my car. Instead of the fancy controls and navigation system that the car actually has, it looked like the inside of a Ford Escort (the car I actually drove in High school). There was a tape deck where the navigation system should have been, and all the dials and interior was black instead of the gray and silver that the car actually has. But the car still looked the exact same on the outside.
I got out and knew this wasn't my car. Then a "mechanic/gaurd" came out of the little shack house that was in the middle of the lot, and suddenly there were like 5-6 other guys there. I accused all of them of stealing the inside of my car. Which they sort of semi fessed up to. I then went searching for the inside of my car. Suddenly the parking lot was a parking garage and I traversed 4 -5 levels of this parking garage, until I finally found this small room where there was this boxy looking Buick that was painted the same shade as my Camry.
I got in and knew that this was my car, even though it looked nothing like the actual interior of my car. But all the controls were so fancy and digital that in my dream this was the "inside" of my car that had been stolen. I told the main "Mechanic/Gaurd" that this was the inside of my car and he said he would put it back in my actual car. This is where the dream ends because I woke up and had to go to work at this point.
As far as the baby front goes, we've finished taking our classes. I'm at 34 weeks along now, so I've only got 6 weeks left of the pregnancy, as long as I don't go early or late. ( I love how I refer to my labor in the text of a volcano exploding). The baby is moving pretty fiercly these days and at times I feel like he's trying to pop out of my navel. I'm pretty uncomfortable most of the time these days, but especially standing up, walking etc is really a b**ch, cause it feels like there's a bowling ball pressing on my va-jay-jay. I walk a heck of a lot slower, and with a definite waddle now. I feel like Godzilla attacking Tokyo at times. Forget about bending down, bending over, bending in any which way is uncomfortable and I tend to get lightheaded when I try it. John has to help me up all the time these days. The swelling feet and hands has cleared up a bit though since I spend most of my time sitting or lying down now. Like I said I'm just generally uncomfortable, and I'm ready to have this baby. I'm now at the "Please get him out of me" stage.
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