First Dream about the Kids

Last night, for the first time, I had a dream about giving birth and my babies. In a nut shell (because what's more annoying than listening to some one else's dreams), I was checked into the hospital and started noticing that I could seemore definition when the kids moved around. If they pressed their hands or feet against my belly it was like they were pressing against a balloon. You could easily see the palm, fingers and toes as they pushed, and my skin would stretch so thin!

Well Nugget, seemed to eventually poke a hole through my belly and crawled out into the big world and Peach followed shortly after. Both babies were so sweet and affectionate and all they wanted to do was snuggle. The kids were also just beautiful. They looked very similar to each other (which I was very suprised about) - they both had darker skin tones and full heads of jet black hair. I was dying to know their eye colors.

As much as I wanted to snuggle up to them, I kept telling them to get back inside but they insisted on staying in the outside world. In the meantime I was franticly trying to locate Mark at work to let him know the kids were here (which was not an easy task). Eventually we gave up and decided to let them stay.

I woke up so excited. Right now my anticipation is such a oxymoron. I can't wait to see them and meet them and hug them and hold them. But at the same time I so desperately want them to stay inside as long as possible and I have to force myself to be paitent. So kids, if you're listening, sit back and relax. Your Dad and I can't wait to hug and kiss you, but it will be so much easier if you don't have to be hooked up to any machines. Take your sweet time in there!

(P.S. There was also an abundance of people coming to visit me in the hospital and bring me cereal. I was so grateful!)