Bizarre dreams

I guess I was thinking about labor and the baby a lot last night before I went to bed, because I had some really bizarre dreams. The baby was born three different times. In at least two of them, Meagan told me what I had to do to get labor going, he was born breach once, one of of the times he just popped out while I was walking along, and once he turned into a cat after he was born. It was all very strange.

I had another doctor's appointment today. I've progressed more, and the doctor thinks the baby will come before my next weekly appointment. I try not to let that opinion influence me too much, though, because I was told "any day now" for about three weeks before Bethany was born. However, if the baby's not born by next week, then the doctor will set up an induction.

I had a funny conversation with Bethany yesterday about the baby. The gist of it was that she wanted me to have a big tummy, and didn't want the baby to come out. She likes to walk up to me and poke my tummy and say, "I poked your baby." I've been talking to them for a while about having a baby at our house, but I'm not sure they get it. When I set up the crib, I told Meagan it was for the baby, and she started calling it 'Mari's bed.' (Mari is her almost-two-year-old cousin). They also get confused with Clark, another cousin who is 7 months old. "Mari" and "Clark" are their main suggestions when I ask them what the baby's name should be. It will be interesting to see what their reactions to the real thing will be.