Baby Boy fills me with Joy

I dreamt I was pregnant, but it didn’t really show. When I started having contrations suddenly, they felt soft and totally fine. There was even a moment when I felt the baby kick, for the first time as I say it out loud to (someone). The thought fasinates me. All of a sudden I am giving birth. It is OK, even if I started worrying and said to my mom that this is the first time I’m naturally birthing, and that I am worried my old c-section stitches would come lose. But all of a sudden there’s the baby. It’s over, easy and so fast.

The baby is a boy. I look at him and fall in love with him. He is mine, a boy, a baby. He has brownish skin, his dad is HZ.
I go out into the world, carrying the tiny tiny baby close to my neck.

There was a moment, as in other dreams, where I am worried I’ll drop the baby, and I do. He falls a short distance from the chair to the floor and his head bangs with a thud. I look at him worried, he opens his eyes and says he’s fine. I pull him up to me again and hold him even tighter.

That baby boy made my very happy. I was very happy.