Last night I had a dream that I went into labor. It was pretty crazy, as most of my dreams usually are, but in this particular dream I was at the hospital, without Danny or my hospital bag. Never fear though...Bama was there with me! What is that all about??? That is an analysis for another day. Let's get back to the main dilemma in my dream...no Danny and no hospital bag. Danny was missing because he was running around trying to pack my hospital bag while I was in labor. It was truly a stressful event for everyone because he was missing the main event that we have been waiting for all these months. AND, to top it all off, he didn't bring anything that I needed when he finally arrived. Poor Danny! ;)
Needless to say, when I woke up this morning, packing the hospital bag was moved to the top of my to do list for the day. For some reason I have been procrastinating on packing the hospital bag. I'm not exactly sure why...but I think it has something to do with the fact that I am still in denial that labor and delivery is actually going to happen. No, I am not crazy. I realize that I am pregnant and I know there is a baby in my tummy that has to come out, but it just feels like it is never going to happen. I seriously feel like I have been pregnant for 10 years. Waiting for Everly's arrival has been the absolute hardest thing I have ever had to do in my whole entire life. Right now I can't think about anything but her. I often find myself sitting around and daydreaming about what she will look like and what our days will be like after she arrives. Nothing else seems to matter except her.
Maybe that dream was my subconscious telling me that she is coming sooner than I think. Wishful thinking? Maybe. Either way, I am not going to be caught off guard. I am off to pack.
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