Dreamweaver

Last night I had a dream that I was 31 weeks pregnant (which I will be this weekend) and my water broke while I was at a movie theatre in France. No one spoke English, and I was alone. Then a woman came running up and said "Your water just broke? Come with me, I am a nurse." She drove me to the hospital, but their labor and delivery unit was closed. So we went to another, and another. All were closed. No doctors anywhere. Now, you all know me, and you should know by now that we are planning on having Sprout here at home with a midwife attending. So the thought of all L&D units being closed at area hospitals isn't a scary one. Having them closed when I am going to have a 9-week premature baby is. If I go into labor this weekend, you can bet I will be hauling my largeness to Allen Presby, but quick!

Anyway, in my dream, as we were frantically driving the streets of France looking for a doctor (any doctor!) to deliver my baby, I was calmly trying to get hold of John. Not sure where he was, but he wasn't in France. Also, the thought kept coming to my mind "no wonder I was nesting so bad last week - scrubbing the bathroom, mopping all the floors, dusting, getting crayon off the walls. Wouldn't have a chance to do that now!". When I woke up this morning I thought "uh-oh". Yesterday I scrubbed (and organized) the bathroom and mopped the kitchen floor. My plan for today was to dust the bedroom and living room, then WD-40 Libby's "artwork" on the walls (Crayola says that's how you get crayon off painted walls - spray with WD-40 then wipe with a cloth. I'll let you know if it works). Does this mean I'm having a baby this weekend? Only if I visit France, and let me tell you, I wouldn't go there right now if you paid me to!