I had the weirdest/creepiest dream last night.
Jerad and I were visiting friends and I had already had the baby. Except he was TINY. Like, the size of a grapefruit. He looked fine, was just SUPER SMALL. I was afraid to hold him so Jerad carried him around everywhere and would get him in/out of the carseat. When he carried the baby he'd just cup it in his hand. So bizarre.
I think I had the dream because of a convo we were having right before we went to sleep last night. There is this concert we really really want to go to:
We LOVE Billy Currington, and have had a great time at every Phil Vassar Show we've been to. We were already planning on seeing Merle Haggard when he is at Chumash, and The Devil Makes Three is probably one of my favorite bands. If you stop by, chances are they are playing in the background.
The slight hangup is that the concert is exactly a week before I'm due. And in Pozo (about an hour away). Its an all day show. Jerad joked that maybe we'd have a c-section baby (born in section C at the show:). We decided to go ahead and get tickets, and if we can't go we can sell them or give them away. OR, maybe it will be so stimulating between the crazy drive and loud music that I'll go into labor shortly after wards.