Not Again

Well, the crazy, and I mean crazy, dreams are back! They were really wild in the first trimester and then tapered off during the second, but are back in the third as crazy as before. They actually seem a bit more disturbing this time around because they've been about Quincy. I had a dream last night that Quincy decided to come into the world early (this is a recurrent day dream of mine as well). John and I had that extreme feeling that everyone talks about when first bringing a baby home from the hospital, "oh no, what do we do now"? We searched our house for hours looking for the baby manual that the hospital should have sent home with us, a detailed "how to" that was specifically written for our model: baby Quincy. Well, we didn't find the manual and panicked when we couldn't get Quincy to eat anything. So, we did what we thought was best: we put our baby on the floor with the dogs to eat dog food. Remember this was a dream! Don't go forming opinions on our parenting skills, or lack of! But, at the time, it made perfect sense to us and got the problem solved. Hopefully in real life we will make much better decisions and use our better judgement...