Why are all my dreams about babies?... I hope I'm not pregnant!



Anyway... I had a dream that I was giving birth. Actually, in the pushing stage and was in an extreme amount of pain. I told the nurse that I did not want an episiotomy and I could do it on my own... but I would let her know if I needed one...

So, I was pushing and I was so afraid I would tear that I didn't want to push hard.. but everyone was yelling at me and told me I had to... so I did and out popped this baby... they rushed the baby to the other side of the room. Washed it and did all the other things they do to a newborn... then wrapped it and laid it gently in my arms. I was so excited... until I looked down and realized that my precious child was made of plastic... It was one of those dolls that when you tip it backwards it's eyes closed and when you tipped it back up the eyes opened. Everyone in the room, was cooing and saying how beautiful my baby was.

But "it's made of plastic!!!" I screamed.

Then my mother brought in a thing of diapers as a gift... and again I yelled "it's made of pastic!!!"

I questioned whose baby this was. I mean what type of man produced a plastic baby.

Then my father walked in holding a check for $72,000 dollars. "Where did you get that dad?" Knowing that my family is poor, I knew it wasn't from him. he said: "Lino sent it so that you could by a mini-van"...

Next, I was shopping with my mother and Justin for this plastic baby. My mother said that I needed to buy this diaper rash thing because my baby was prone to diaper rashes because I had them so bad. She quoted my uncle as haivng said that i had rashes so bad they had to burn my underwear. (umm... okay)

I kept screaming... "it's made of plastic"... but no one would listen.

i wanted to prove to everyone that it was not real so I grabbed the baby by the foot and proceeded up a flight of stairs. It's little plastic head bouncing up each step as I climbed. my mother screamed "don't hold the baby that way!!!"

The last thing I remember was trying to figure out a way to tell Justin that his child was made of plastic. And then I woke up screaming "but it's made of plastic"

Truly bizarre!