I have the most bizarre dreams. I can't completely blame pregnancy, cuz they were wacko before that.. but man. Last night I had a dream about my dad (which I won't get into). Then I had a dream about me going into labor. I was at the hospital, on a really small bed. I had my gown on, and I was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurse was busying herself with the monitors as I was doing so (I think she tried to reassure me I was doing good, by telling me what color eyes the baby had), and all I could think about was crapping on the table. D was trying to entertain Lauren, and I was getting off the table to pick up crap. LOL. The first time I got up, the nurse yelled at D to help me back up onto the bed. The second time, she didn't notice.. no one did. But the incriminating evidence had basically shot out onto some hospital equipment a couple feet from the bed, and I was horrified. Sigh. You know, I never had this kind of dream when I was pregnant with Lauren. I was paranoid that something like that would happen, but really I didn't have much to worry about in the end. Man.. but something like this would just make me want to die!