Baby Dreams

Since I learned of the impending arrival of our little one, I've dreamed about him on multiple occasions.  I have never had dreams about a little girl, but instantly began dreaming about a precious little boy.  At one point, I was even certain we were having a girl, but boy dreams continued.

In each dream, I see him in clear detail and he looks the same each time.  If he comes out looking like my dreams, move over Gerber baby, Bryson Stoker puts you to shame!  Oh who am I kidding?  He will anyway.  No, I'm not biased and how dare you accuse me....

Last night, Bryson was center stage in every dream.  Throughout the night, I saw Clay change his first diaper... and get his first Bryson shower.  (Hey, it's my subconscious- I can't control it, but I sure do love my sense of humor)  I saw his little feet and the folds of skin on his chunky little arms.  I felt the instant bond that formed when he nursed and my heart melted at his little smile.  I woke up multiple times and always had a smile on my face... until I realized he wasn't here yet.

I have never boasted of my patience and I get it honestly.  My mom always says she was standing in the patience line in Heaven, but got tired of waiting and left.  That's me.  Slow drivers, the days leading up to Princess Andrea Day my birthday and Bailey dragging her feet to come inside drive me nuts!  Since getting pregnant, I've decided it was God's ploy to teach the impatient women of the world how to slow down and wait.... and wait... and wait...

In thinking back, the days since I saw my first positive pregnancy test on November 5 have flown by, but the realization that I still have 85 whole days until my little man's due date is disheartening.  After our scare with early contractions, I swore I wouldn't say "I can't wait until he gets here" because I can, in fact, wait if it means he's healthy and able to survive outside my belly.  That being said, I CAN'T WAIT 'TIL HE GETS HERE!  Last night's dreams were so real and so ingrained in my mind that I am able to replay each second with perfect clarity.  I have a feeling that the next 85 days are going to creeeeeep by.

Little man, Mommy is incredibly excited about your arrival.  I know God has His hand on you and will decide when it's time for us to meet face to face and I can't wait for that day, but until then, keep on rockin' and rollin' in my belly.  Your kicks, flips and punches make for great entertainment and I hope will make the next 85 easier for me to handle without going absolutely crazy! :)