Champagne Delivery

I had a dream this weekend that I had my baby, but couldn’t remember the delivery because they gave me so much champagne at the hospital that I blacked-out. I was carrying my baby around the hospital. My baby wasn’t a baby, but a little picture of a baby–just the head. It wasn’t moving, so I didn’t know if it was alive. I was desperately trying to find a nurse to hook it up to a monitor so I could see if it was alive or not. I finally found a nurse, and then the baby in the picture started smiling and winking at me (like a picture in a Harry Potter movie), and I was so relieved. I was relieved that I had had the baby, and relieved that the delivery was so easy that I apparently didn’t even remember it. I woke up and was SO ANNOYED to discover that I was (and am) still pregnant.

Five more months to go!