May 24, 2011

Ultrasound Day

Today is the day Mr. BBM and the girls have been anxiously awaiting. I didn’t want to find out if we’re having a girl or a boy until birth day, but I’ve been out-voted. Mr. BBM and Big I were able to sway Sassy to their side and since not a one of them is capable of keeping a secret for longer than 30 seconds, even if I decided to stick my fingers in my ears and just let them find out, I’d know by the time we left the office anyway, I’m sure.

The ultrasound, pregnancy craziness, and the fact that I just finished reading “Something Blue” could have something to do with my absolutely insane dreams last night. I had a dream that I had not one, not two, but three baby boys. And I’ll simply state that one of these boys did not look anything like the other. Think baby dreadlocks.

I was so overwhelmed and exhausted from the labor that I fell asleep immediately after and when I woke up, I discovered several things. First, despite the fact that the hospital told me I’d be getting a suite for my new additions, they gave me a pull out bed/trundle thing in a lobby and told me I had to change the babies on the floor. I wasn’t having that, so they moved me to the on-call suite where tired doctors were snoozing face down on what should have been my queen bed. Realistic dream, I know.

I also woke up to find out that Mr. BBM had taken the liberty of naming all three of our babies, names that had never been discussed, names that I in fact, don’t care for much at all: Brice, Sage and Travis. What?

Then, when I protested the names and asked him how he could have done that to me, he stormed off to the cafeteria with my entire family, leaving me behind with all three newborn babies. I had to load all three babies into brand new car seats in order to drive to the cafeteria. Also, completely realistic right? Once there, I realized I couldn’t hold all three infant carrier seats in two hands so I unstrapped all the babies and stacked them one by one across my narrow left shoulder. Think baby sandwich.

I never got any resolution to the dream or the names, because the alarm went off. I just know my whole family was mad at me that I wasn’t letting Mr. BBM get away with naming the kids, all three of them. And Sassy kept popping up in the dream and holding up all these fingers, four on one hand and three on the other, to let me know in no uncertain terms that the girls in the house were now outnumbered.

When I woke Big I up, she asked me if I was excited for the ultrasound, because she can barely sit still she’s so excited. I am excited to see the baby and count appendages and get assurances that everything looks good and healthy. Once we know what we’re having and how many (please just be one!!!), it’s going to be a 19 week dash to get the baby’s room ready and get everything in order. This pregnancy seems to be flying and I have no doubt that it’s going to feel very soon that I’m posted brand new baby pictures here.

I just need to make sure I stay awake post-labor, long enough to see that this baby gets one of the agreed upon names. . .