So last night I dreamt all night....and I do mean all night....that I was in labor and having a baby. Now there are a couple need-to-know facts about the dream: I was a teenager (?), I had no other children, the father was someone that I have never seen before, and oh yeah, I didn't know I was pregnant until I was in labor. This is all disturbing in so many ways. In the dream I was in a lot of pain, and I just kept thinking "this can't be happening", "what is going on", etc, etc, etc. Then, in classic dream fashion, somewhere along the way it changed over to me in my current stage of life having a baby....although I still hadn't known that I was pregnant until going in labor. For some reason, the Labor and Delivery unit was packed (who knows....maybe it was a full moon) and there were about 15 women lying on gurneys in the hall waiting for an open room. The nurses had somehow placed us on some priority list, kinda like when you're at the DMV waiting for your number to be called. Anyway, I was lying there thinking "where is Andrew", "how can I be having another child", "I wonder who is watching the kids" when....I woke up. The relief washed over me as I realized it had all been a dream. As far as I can tell, the moral of the story is this:
I really should stop watching "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" and "16 and Pregnant".
