I had a good one last night. I'm 35 weeks. I had a dream that DP and I were watching my stomach do it's little dance, which we get a kick out of many nights. But in the dream the face of the baby pressed up against my belly so hard you could make out the outline of a nose and chin and forehead. I know totally not possible, but it was a dream. Then all of the sudden I feel this rush, and the baby is coming out of me footling breach. and DP and I are a little freaked because it's early. So once she's out, it was a she, and she looked like she was about 9 months old, and skinny in my dream, DP and I are trying to stuff her back into me because we think it's too soon. And the baby is pissed, because it doesn't want back in. finally we realize how pointless it all is, and we weigh her and she's 7.5 lbs, and we were like "Oh no way, she is totally ready to be born, we must have been a month off in the EDD" and we stopped freaking out about it then.
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