So last night the dream continues. I feel like I'm going into labor and I'm in a mini van, in the back seat. Hubby is next to me but driving (dreams are funny like that) I tell him to hurry up. He said I just started labour and we had plenty of time. I said "oh no we don't, this is baby #3 and at this point they shoot out like *begins snaping fingers* that."
I reach down and I feel the baby's head. "I'm crowing, hurry up." The baby slides out and taps his head on the passenger seat in front of me." I scoop him up and tell hubby he's fine, it wasn't a big bump. He's a little purple but otherwise is a healhty baby. I put him to my chest and wrap him up. "Honey, we should name him Theodore, Ted for short, unless you think that name is too black." (I have no idea why that would come up, but it's a dream) Hubby has no objection to the name.
We are now in the underground parking lot of a Target, apparently it's connected to a hospital. Hubby is getting me a wheel chair. I tell him to hurry up becuase the umibilcal cord is still connected and the placenta is still inside me.
I wheel myself into the ER. The security guard looks at me like "what's the problem."
Very calmly I say,
"I just gave birth and the placenta/umbilical cord is attached, I need help NOW!."
I then wake up.