There are two of us expecting at work. We are technically due abuot 6 weeks apart but that is a bit of a sliding scale with my history of growing humans {and then, not growing them}. So as you can probably imagine, this means that there is a fair amount of discussion about bearing babies and the lunacy of mommas-to-be.
Recently, another co-worker who currently has no babe in the belly inquired, “Have you been dreaming about your exes?”. She had asked because another friend of hers had recently remarked that throughout her pregnancy, her visions of slumber were not of sugarplums but rather of the men she dated prior to meeting her prince charming. Both of us responded that our dreams had been sans the studs of our single days. First off, I just don’t have many exes, or at least if I do, I don’t remember {read: I was never the gal that had a line of guys at my door} and second, any exes I do have, never really presented any drama in my world so perhaps that is why these lovely fellows have not nudged into my land of nod.
But I can honestly say that the dreams I have while pregnant are the most bizarre dreams I’ve ever had. Not bizarre in the sense of terrifying. But more in the way of weird. My dreams as of late have been very vivid and basically all about babes.
There are the dreams where I have the baby and we can’t name it {like…for years}. The ones where I leave the hospital immediately after the babe is born and go about my life as if I don’t have a newborn {sort of reminiscent of the finale of Friends where I questioned the whole time what Monica and Chandler did with the twins they’d just had}. The dreams in which we have one gender…or the gender keeps changing…not before my very eyes but more like one day it’s a boy and the next, we have a girl and then we’re baptizing it months later and it’s a girl. Dreams where instead of the babe being a babe, I am no longer pg and we don’t even have a baby but we do have a new puppy. And of course the dream where my water breaks in whatever place I might be — church. Target. work. The gas station. Hy-Vee. Yoga class {which I don’t even attend}. The water breaking is the oddest because it seems completely real and yet, I’ve never had my water broken by anything other than an amniohook. Regardless of the dreams, I wake up in the morning and I am totally confused trying to piece together the ridiculous goings-on from my sleepy gourd.
I’ve read varying reports of what these dreams mean. If you dream of having one gender, it means you are having the other. If you dream of having an animal instead of a human, you might be subconsciously concerned that there’s something not right with your babe. And if you dream of abandoning the baby, you might be internally concerned about the upcoming change. And just in case your wondering, these diagnoses came from Dr. Google Search {because if it’s on the internet, it’s real and factual}, not from a real-life psychologist.
So I guess, if this is what my dreams mean, I maybe would rather be dreaming of my ex-boyfriends. Because I don’t feel nervous or anxious about the arrival of this little love — unless it’s coming tomorrow. And in fact, while awake, I’m feeling very prepared for this peanut and am fairly certain after 9 ultrasounds to date, it is definitely not a puppy.
Have you ever had dreams that you thought meant something more or do you just chalk it up to our crazy brains? If you’ve ever served as an incubator, have your dreams been infiltrated by your exes or puppies or other nutty nonsense?
