Two nights ago, I had the most disturbing dream of my life (not involving the devil).
I had a finger pregnancy.
What's this, you ask?
Well, according to my dream, it is when an embryo is implanted into your pinky finger and you carry the baby to term there. You'd be surprised, the baby bump was like unto the size of a mosquito bite bump, yet a full-size baby emerges upon operation.
How do you know you are ready to deliver? Your pinky feels like it is going to bust. In fact, when they come at you with those surgical tools and tell you you can't have anesthesia with finger pregnancies, you are totally fine with that - anything to alleviate the pain. I felt the pressure of the slicing, but no pain at all.
Afterwards, I was so proud and looked at the doc and said, "Okay, doc, time to stitch me up!" Then I had food and watched a movie with my family. Not without, of course, trying to convince my older sister, "But I don't know who the father is, I'm a virgin! I honestly have no idea how this happened!"
My sister let me know the baby was a healthy girl with perfect fingers and toes and I was very excited because the adoptive parents were getting all the perfection they hoped for.
Holy for random.
2 comments:
Um... wow :)
Thanks great posst
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