(By the way, I'm enjoying following the results of the "Is it twins?" poll I posted. If you follow me through a feed reader, stop by the blog to vote. So far the votes are running 2 to 1 in favor of twins. Yowza!)
I had a dream last night that I had twin girls. As with most dreams, several things about the dream were weird. First, I delivered at home in my living room with my father assisting. (Weird, since my father is not a doctor, knows practically nothing about childbirth, and I'm sure would not want to be in the room with me for any reason when I'm naked from the waist down!) MM wasn't even there!
Second, my delivery was painless (ha ha ha) and very quick. Each twin was delivered vaginally, one right after the other, and I never delivered a placenta for either of them. I also managed not to get any blood on our bone-colored sectional. . . yeah, right.
Third, apparently we had bought nothing in preparation for our babies' arrival. So I had no crib or bassinet to place the babies in, no diapers, no clothes. Part of the dream involved a convoluted trip to Bab.ies R Us (which included my secretary) to obtain these items.
Finally, our baby girls were weird looking. Not deformed, just. . . . unattractive. They did not look alike, and neither of them looked like MM or the donor. S-looking-into-the-dream could see that these babies were not cute, but dream-S thought they were adorable.
Isn't the subconscious mind interesting?
I have woken up the past two days feeling queasy, and that feeling has continued until at least mid-morning. I haven't puked yet, and it hasn't kept me from eating, but I feel icky. Well, on the plus side, MM is reassured by my nausea. . . . so I guess that's a good thing.