I had a baby dream last night.

We went back to our RE and transferred our lone frozen embryo and it stuck.  Before we even knew if it worked, the nurse was scheduling our induction date.  I kept telling her that I didn't want to induce, and she told me that I was crazy not to.

Fast forward nine months, and I'm having a homebirth with a midwife.  I had a boy.  I posted a status on facebook about it, thinking, "finally it's my turn for a happy post on facebook".  My priorities are kind of messed up aren't they?  I don't remember much of the dream after that.  I know that I started to wake up and was fighting it.  I wanted to stay in the dream, because I knew it wasn't real and I didn't want to leave.

I wasn't really sad when I woke up though.

We're going to have to decide what we're going to do with our embryo soon.  I'm sure we'll get a bill soon charging us to store it for another year.  I'm just not going to think about it until the day the bill comes.

Denial is healthy, right?