The baby was full-sized, and you could see her whole shape as she stretched out from my belly. You could see the shapes of her arms, legs, torso and there was even a cute face.

The whole thing was freaking me out though. She kept squirming and twisting outwards and at one point she was so far outwards that I was holding her as if she was on the outside! I turned to Neil and said “She’s the wrong way round now. How am I supposed to get her head-down again..?”

My mum was also in my dream. “Why does the back of her head have that smudge?” she asked (the baby  had something like a reddish birth mark). My reply was “She’s still attached to me mum!” Yeah… that didn’t make any sense whatsoever did it?

I guess the dream is a reflection of real life in that the baby is running out of room.

Most of the time she’s fine, but then she will bunch up under my ribs and I can’t do anything, not even talk, without feeling out of breath. Her squirming can be painful at times too, especially when parts of her jut out the side suddenly. My belly is often lop-sided after I’ve been lying down – it’s kind of gross.

Baby is a good size and is still in a good head-down position. All is well in the development side of things.

I have decided to stop driving for now. My belly is only a couple centimetres from the steering wheel, and it’s almost impossible to look back to safely reverse. Looks like the hubby is out of luck for a sober driver until after the baby is born.

This is my last week of work! I’ll be glad when I don’t have to compete for a seat on crowded buses, and be uncomfortably stuck to my chair each day. It will be good for the carpal tunnel to not have to be on th computer all day too. Bring on Friday!

33 week and 6 days pregnant

So it’s no surprise that I had probably one of the weirdest pregnancy dreams last night.

I dreamt that a workmate of mine was pregnant. And when I say pregnant, I mean she was growing a baby – inside of a giant tin can.

She brought it into the staff kitchen and decided she didn’t want the baby anymore, and so to terminate it she had to open up the tin and take the baby out.

She cut a wedge out of the top of the lid (with something or rather), and then opened up the lid fully.

She took the baby out. It looked like a greeny blue water balloon, shaped like a baby (almost like a giant jelly baby). She squeezed at it to fill in the legs and arms and then laid it on the table.

Next thing we know, the baby, still alive, was dressed in baby clothes and being pushed around on a tea trolley.

Ms Constantine was also in my dream. She oohed at the baby commenting on how cute it was. I was there thinking how I was going to tell her that the baby was actually being ‘aborted’.

HmmmMm…!

I really don’t have any explanations for this dream, and it probably doesn’t have any real meaning. I tend to have lots of wacky dreams anyway, especially when the weather’s warmer.

I know for sure that I love this baby growing inside of me and will love it even more when it arrives.

Image by idrewuk

Jelly babies