In general I haven’t written much here about my pregnancy, but some stories just demand telling.
I don’t know if this sort of thing will begin occurring more frequently as labor approaches, but I had a birth-dream last night:
As now, I’m at 35 weeks. But, unlike real life, in the dream, I’m in labor prematurely, having twins.
So they rush me to the OR to perform a c-section. And my new babies are born.
They are bananas.
And naturally, being premature…
they are green bananas.