I had a dream last night that Kyle and I had our third child, a girl, weighing in at 19 lbs at birth.

No one made it into the room in time. I just felt the urge to push, blacked out, and then had a 19 lb newborn in my arms. I then walked out into the hallway holding the baby and said, “surprise!”

Not sure what that dream was trying to tell me. But I can say that blacking out while birthing a gigantic baby sounds nice, because the dream-birth wasn’t traumatizing at all, even though the dream-baby was 10 lbs heavier than Ellen was.

Dream-baby was also very cute. We never named her because we hadn’t even discussed names prior to the birth, and I woke up before we could sort it out.

I love babies. Funny dream.