The Dream

I had a very vivid dream.

I dreamt I already gave birth, prematurely. But it seems I did it normally because hubs just handed the baby to the doctors. And then I was a little pissed that all my breast crawl plans didn't materialize and I had to ask for the baby back to breastfeed her.

Yes, her.

I gave birth to a 6.2 pound baby girl and I was like, "Oh no, have to tell my sis to stop buying boy things and start buying girl things for my baby."

And I still haven't washed my child's layette so we had to ask my cousin to just iron them so they'd be rid of germs so my baby would have something to wear.

I was so stressed that nothing went according to plan... hay. And I don't know if it's just my fears or it's really my instincts telling me that Yamee is coming out sooner than expected.

As it is, I am now 35 weeks along. Technically, we're good to go in two weeks.

And I still haven't washed his layette!!! And there's a storm due in the country so I can't launder them still. Arrgh.