Less than 24 hours before the moment of truth

I officially have less than 24 hours before I find out if my baby is alive, real, growing, tangible beyond waves of car sickness like nausea.

I’m scared shitless.

I’ve been nervous before now, constantly nervous, but not scared shitless like I am today.

29 days ago our little bubbles got their first picture taken, I fell immediately in love with both of them, and their 4 frozen siblings.  Now, if our little bubbles are healthy, they don’t look like bubbles anymore, they look like tiny humans. 

In an effort to distract myself and entertain you all I will tell you about a crazy dream I had while I was PUPO….

The dream started out very real (my dreams do this on purpose to trick me.) 

I was me, pregnant after our baby-cation in Vegas, excited, etc.  For some reason in this dream you didn’t find out anything about your pregnancy until you actually delivered the baby/s.

I remember the 9 month pregnancy seeming very fast and then magically I was out of labor and delivery and going to meet my baby for the first time.  In my dream it was not weird to not remember labor or what the sex of my baby was. 

I walked into a waiting room and a strange man was waiting there with two baby carriers.  Apparently I’d had twins, with a dude I’d never met, also not at all strange during the dream.

When I looked at my two baby boys, they had heads shaped like the aliens from Roswell and 12 lb bodies.  They were super fat and had alien heads and I remember thinking they were so cute and that I wish I remembered birthing them.

Now we come full circle… don’t my described babies sound a lot like what a 7 week old embryo looks like?... a little creepy if you ask me.