So, I had a super off-the-wall dream last night. We were going to our NT scan, and even in the dream, I was a nervous wreck. My doctor was Will Smith. LOL. Dr. Fresh Prince started my ultrasound, and measured the fluid behind the neck, etc. and said it all looked good, but he needed a closer look. So, he pulled the baby out. I don’t know where he pulled it from, but this was a dream, people, the details aren’t so clear. I said “Aw!!” and held the baby in one hand. It had it’s umbilical cord, still attached to me, but the doctor put a bunch of tubes in his little nose to knock him out. Apparently, the baby looked excellent, and we saw that it was a boy. As soon as the “doctor” put the baby on the table, I got a panic attack and said “Okay, put him back in right now!” It’s like I suddenly realized that a 12 week old fetus should not, in fact, be on an examination table, but in my belly. Dr. Will Smith told me, “We can’t put him back in until he wakes up or he’ll drown.” Random. By this point, I am freaking out and demanding in a not-so-nice way that he put that baby back in me NOW. Finally, he slices open my belly and sticks the baby back in. We then had to wait for an hour before we could use the doppler to make sure he was still alive. Thankfully, he was. That was the most screwed up dream ever! However, I kind of liked it because I got to “see” the baby, which was cool, but I think I would rather him stay in me until February, thanks!
This work, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.