Baby dream

Last night I had my first baby dream.  I don't think I have ever had such a vivid dream about having a baby.  I actually woke up, and thought for a split second that it was real.  In the dream, DH and I were walking by a park with a playground.  We had a little girl.  She was about one and a half, with soft brown curls and baggy britches (what we like to call the look of babies with cloth diapers).  She toddled over to the playground and DH and I suddenly realized that she was finally big enough to play on some of the toys.  Of course we decided that the slide was the best option, but there were two slides.  One was the new plastic kind (that makes your hair full of static), and the other was the old aluminum slide.  DH decided to try them both to see which would be safer for her to ride on, on our laps.  That was when I awoke.

It was a wonderful dream.  I think that in the midst of all that has happened, I have lost some of the reasons for why we are putting ourselves through such torture to get something we want.  But that dream reminded me.  We do want a baby.  We want one of our own.  We want to share life with a special little one.  We want to teach and to grow together.  So if that means dealing with the effects of all that comes with infertility (especially the clomid, which DH has nicknamed the demon drug), I'll take it.  It's all worth it for that dream I had to come true.