If pregnancy and ‘exhausted new mom’ dreams came true:
:: I’d be raising a baby elephant, tiger or black bird. My pregnant brain often turned my growing fetus into an animal once night fell.
:: My 7-month-old would have a full set of teeth. Multiple times over. (Someone is having a rough go of it, guess I’m ready for it to be over.)
:: I’d have an excellent nurser instead of months of challenges.
:: I’d have thrown my newborn across the room and she would have bounced.
:: My husband would’ve been the one to give birth.
Dreams are weird.