Giving Birth to Dustin Hoffman

At some point late in pregnancy, many women begin to dream about the birth of their child. Sometimes these dreams get a little creepy. I've had friends dream of faceless babies, which probably signifies fears of the unknown or eagerness to find out what the baby will look like. My strange dream of Daniel involved a waiting room with a giant hammock where women in labor all piled on to wait their turn to deliver.

Last night, I had my first official baby dream for this pregnancy - or at least it's the first I could recount. A little back story is that the same day I announced my pregnancy and middle of June due date, my brother announced his middle of June potential wedding date - the two dates are no more than six days apart. My reaction was excitement for him, but I also responded something to the effect of, "Well maybe I can do a scripture reading via skype from the delivery room".

In my dream, I had just given birth and rushed off to the wedding or a camping trip or something lasting a week, and I had left my baby with my friend Cindy Asta. It was a week later and I returned to Cindy's house to meet my baby. Her house had been converted a women's hostel with bunk beds for rent. Because I had a baby to meet, my bunk was free of charge... lucky me.

Well Cindy brings out my baby who despite being only a week old, was huge, hairy and a girl. Someone exclaimed, "Oh, she totally has Paige's nose!" which was beak-like and to me seemed to resemble an elongated version of Dustin Hoffman's nose. As I prepared to breastfeed, she opened her mouth to reveal eight teeth on the bottom and six teeth on the top. Not surprisingly, she had no interest in milk but instead requested chunky potatoes in a tomato-veggie broth.

Please, say it ain't so.