Last night, Steffan was out late. When he came home and came to bed, he said to me, "has the baby been kicking much tonight?" and put his hand on my belly. Just as I was saying "No, not really", he got a big strong kick right to his hand. This baby's trying to make a liar out of me already!!
We were invited to a wedding of some good friends of ours in March, but had to decline, because it's in Guatemala a week before I'm due. Last night, I dreamed that we decided to go to the wedding anyway. We were staying in a dorm with a bunch of other people, and of course I went into labour. In my dream we had a 9 lb, 4'2" tall baby boy!!!
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