The baby was born and Dash was a boy. But he was so tiny, the size of an egg actually. We were living in my mom's house in Miami and she wouldn't let me hold or care for the baby. She said that because he was so tiny and small that I didn't know what I was doing so only she would handle the baby. So I decided to go away to France on vacation with some friends since I wasn't allowed to touch my baby.
My friend told me today she thinks the dream was an expression of my anxiety with being a first time mom. That I'm probably worried that I won't know what to do. I have to agree. I have no idea what I'm doing so I'm really happy my mom will be here. This was the first dream I had about an actual baby. All my crazy pregnancy dreams have not actually involved my real baby so I wonder what other dreams will come over the next 8 weeks.
The last month has been very busy but not busy with anything baby related. Work is still what it is - crazy and stressful. So when the evenings and weekends come I turn into a vegetable in front of the TV. I have a list of things I need to do before the baby comes and it just keeps getting longer as the weeks go by. It's almost like I've hit a pregnancy wall. This happened when I was getting married. There was a point when I had wedding planning aversions and became completely turned off with planning. I stopped reading magazines, watching the shows and just didn't want to talk about it. To this day I can't watch an episode of Bridezillas without getting a lump in my throat. With my pregnancy, lately I just don't have a desire to nest or shop or prepare. And not just for the baby but for myself as well. I'm running out of regular clothes to squeeze into and need to buy some dresses for the warm weather and honestly I don't have the motivation to try anything on. The hubby and I took a little baby moon. It was really nice. We didn't think or talk about stuff that needed to get done, I didn't think about work at all and we were happy and romantic for 5 whole days! I told myself that when we got back I was going to roll up my sleeves and knock out everything before I need to be rolled around to get from point A to B. That was a week ago and here I am, Saturday night in full vegetable mode.
The baby is doing well though. Dash moves constantly. I'm supposed to keep track of movements to make sure I feel at least 10 within an hour's time. And I have to do this twice a day. Well Dash moves so much I get to 10 in less than 15 minutes. My kid already an overachiever! I can't wait to meet Dash and see what he or she looks like and see the baby kicking and moving in my arms instead of through the skin in my belly (still kinda creepy but funny to watch). I on the other hand am now officially anemic so I take these horse pills for iron. But other than that and my waddle things are moving along smoothly. 8 more weeks to go...
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