My dreams of late have been more and more baby themed and last night was no exception. It was so surreal and I honestly thought I was there with our baby son.
The past few months having thoughts of babies, nappies, prams, cots, baby showers and India in my subconscious it's no wonder then that I'm dreaming of little ones. First it was Amani's baby girl (I have never met Amani) to date that is....I know the day will come and we'll have one big surro baby party to celebrate our families. Actually I was day dreaming the other day after hearing about members of the growing generations team from the USA coming to Australia and thought wouldn't it be great to have the SI team out here and have the opportunity for others in the wider community to come and learn about just exactly what it is we're doing and the reasons behind it? But I'm digressing.
I've dreamt that I was in our study was day and our baby (didn't know the sex in this one) was on the floor with me and I was changing their nappy. Happily, blissfully, enjoying parenthood.
But last nights dream was by far the most real and I woke this morning feeling so elated.
Darren and I were in India at the hospital where our baby son had just been born and he was being brought to us and we were both blubbering like the softies we are. That's it people, that was the extent of the dream and it was perfect.
It was a moment of pure joy and when I woke my only wish was that we were travelling to India tomorrow instead of 30 July. It must be all this recent posting by bloggers and fellow IPs who are either pregnant or picking up their children.
Oh I can't wait!