Last night I had a dream of giving birth. It was dreamlike, in it's way; certainly not as real as the dream I had of giving birth to Merritt that told me twins. (Previous to that I had a lot of confusion as to gender. I would say boy and a voice inside of me would say "Don't dismiss the possibility of a girl." I would say girl and a voice would say "Hey, I'm still here!")

Anyway, last night I dreamed that I was on a roll out couch with my husband, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly I knew it was time. I rolled onto my hands and knees and waited for the baby. When no one came, I felt, and both heads were stuck together trying to come out at the same time. I pushed back Havala's head and Merritt slid out easily with no pushing. He lay on the bed and I rubbed him gently welcoming him to Earth. As I rubbed he went from a tiny red newborn to a large white baby of several months with huge blue eyes, chubby cheeks and black curls. He looked at my, so happy. Then Havala came. Before I could deliver the placentas, she was dressed in a pink frilly dress (very reminiscent of one I had as a child) and walking down the street outside the house in which I grew up.

It was a strange dream, a dream only. I mention it because as I woke up, I felt a loving voice warm me. "We're ready now." I felt it so strongly that now, four days "post-date" they are ready to come, and were not before. How grateful I am that I am not allowing random medical charts to dictate my babies' births. I knew that they would come when they were ready. They are ready now. They might come today, they might come in a few days, it doesn't matter. I know that they are ready now.