So it turns out I’m kind of psychic

The kiddo is asleep and I’m waiting for him to wake up any second now, so I’ve been browsing old blog posts, and I came across this one about a dream I’d forgotten I had. Since I am not delusional, I know you are not going to click that link, so I am going to quote the post in its entirety:

I was in a swimming pool with [name redacted] and we were [activity redacted]. (Excuse the redactivity but telling the truth would be highly awkward.) When we finished, he made some sort of overture that something was going on down there, and I’m sure I don’t have to explain the exact geography of down there. I reach down and sure enough I can feel a heavy, round presence there, and it’s getting bigger. It’s a head! It’s coming out! I’m having the baby! And holy crap he is moving down that tunnel with a quickness!

I feel no pain as he makes his exit — he just slips right out into my hands, and I struggle a bit to get a grip under his shoulders as he’s underwater and slippery, not to mention heavier than I thought he would be.

I bring him up out of the water and to my chest, and he is lovely and warm against my skin, and such a nice rosy color. I can’t quite see if he is breathing but he is quiet and I feel his warmth next to me and the slight tensing pull of the cord against my skin.

He’s out and it was easy and unexpected and I’ve finally met him. All smiles.

I had this dream nearly three months before Holden was born, but what’s nuts is that this is pretty much exactly what happened, without elaborating too much. Except, of course, there was a period of many hours between the first activity and the birth. And it was anything but painless in the literal sense, but was indeed painless in a more philosophical sense. But good grief, that dream is spot on, down to the not being able to see if he was breathing and the cord tension (we had a short cord so I couldn’t hold the baby up and get a good look at him until it was cut.) Isn’t that weird? That is weird. Pretty amazing, actually.