The 30-Pound Newborn
Mar 17, 2009 | Filed Under: Candy's Column,Pregnancy | Tags: Pregnancy Dreams, Vaginal Fear
“Here you go, ” the nurse smiles as she lays my baby girl in my waiting arms. “She’s a big one — thirty pounds!”
Say WHAT?!
I wake up with a start. Oh, just another crazy pregnancy dream. Of course. This one seemed so real, so vivid, that my vagina was actually weeping in fear and agony. And who can blame it? No matter what the American Pregnancy Association says, no amount of Kegel exercises is going to save my vagina after popping out a baby the size of an Emperor Penguin.
Not only did I apparently give birth to a giantess, but the baby already knew how to talk. Yes, Emperor Penguin Baby repeated everything I said, which the nurse assured me was totally normal. Yeah, okay, lady. Again, the dream seemed so damn real that I am seriously reconsidering giving birth at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. They clearly need to do a better job of vetting their imaginary nurses.
*SIGH* I miss first-trimester sex dreams. That’s when I learned they call David Beckham “Golden Balls” for a VERY good reason. Nudge, nudge; wink, wink. And that my subconscious has a surprising sexual attraction to Alec Baldwin: The Chubby Years. But perhaps I’ve said too much.
KatCav
says:
The sex dreams (and super strong urges) come back, trust me. It’s just that, when they do, you’re not a…. convenient size. I tried talking my other half into a pity-screw, and he declined on the grounds of it feeling like he was trying to mount Shamu. And that’s just wrong.
March 18th, 2009 at 3:06 am -