This week has really been crazy at work. I know I always say that, but early morning meetings are just the worse. I had two of them and so you can imagine what that does for me in one week.
Thursday night, I had a dream. That’s not so unusual. But the fact that I woke up and remembered it, that was unusual. Somehow, all the details of the dream just float away when I rouse myself in the morning and I can never seem to bring them back. I guess the normal wake up time on Friday morning allowed me to retain some of those details.
This dream was kind of an eye opener. It was about a baby.
[And NO, dear mother and mother-in-law who both read this blog, I am NOT pregnant. I repeat, NOT.]
I woke up on Friday morning with a smile on my face because the dream involved me being pregnant. And happy about it. Really, really happy.
Women talk about the overwhelming love that they feel the instant they set eyes on their newborn immediately following birth. This dream is the closest I have come to that feeling. It really was an amazing dream.
It was an all-encompassing, great, wonderful, expansive overwhelming feeling of love for a person I didn’t even know. I want to meet that baby so badly! Perhaps that is God’s way of telling me that He has someone he wants to meet in a few years – our baby.
I’ve always known that I was born to be a mother. I knew that at some point in my life, I would have a small human person to take care of. It’s what I’ve wanted every since I can remember.
With law school and crazy work schedules, it’s just not the right time. Seeing all of my work friends and blog friends have lovely, amazing children just makes my uterus ache. But I know it will be my turn some day.
Because I really want to meet that baby I dreamed about – she was beautiful. :)