Pregnancy comes with it's share of really weird dreams much like those experienced before a wedding. Except instead of a plastic wedding ring, you receive a plastic baby in the delivery room or a standard poodle holding a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs while crying MAMA! One of my pregnant friends Amanda recently shared such a dream she had with me. I'll give you some background info before reposting her email. She had been experiencing some really painful cramp like feelings all day which we agreed were probably the ligaments in her uterus stretching. It can feel like someone is stabbing you the first time you're pregnant. That night she had the strange dream. Another thing that may be helpful in understanding this dream is knowing that I have a red hot passion for notebooks and journals of various designs and sizes.
When Amanda and I used to work at The Fort Golf Course together and I was stuck in the snack bar while she was off schmoozing golfers on the beer cart, I would occupy myself by writing stories on the computer that doubled as our cash register. In order to print these stories out, they came out on ticker tape like a receipt as that was all the printing capacity the machine had. Amanda really liked my stories and printed them out and I believe she still has copies of them, which is just one of the million reasons why I love her.
Here is her email of the dream:
Okay, basically since I had all those cramps and stuff, I was scared that something was wrong with the baby. So, I kept dreaming that I was waking up and finding blood all in the bed. Then, I had a dream that you wanted me to go with you to get your 1st ultrasound done. You were pissed because your jeans were tight around your waist. Anyway, we went and they told you that you were having a boy. I was freaking out because you weren't even supposed to know yet since it was so early. I was all, "How do you know and I don't know yet?" So, you took the little machine and put it on my belly. Well, when we looked inside, my baby was standing up and was all skeletal and had all its guts and organs hanging out and was trying to pull them back inside its body. You were all, "Look, it is pulling a vagina...it's a girl!" The next thing I know we were back at your house and you were crying. I couldn't figure it out because I thought you wanted a boy, but you were sad because you couldn't find the perfect journal to write things in and had to use the kind of paper tape on supermarket machines.
And so basically, Dear readers the weirdness of the second trimesters has begun, and not just for me.