Crystal Ball

She's coming. Soon, I think. Aside from a looming due date, here's further proof:
1. Last night I had a sequence of two dreams. In the first dream, I found myself on a rocky shore with college friends. They tried to coax me to jump in but I hesitated, I was scared. I was handed a wet suit and told me it was time. I knew it was and I obliged. And guess what, the water was fine. I find this dream particularly humorous as I've been reading more and more about water birth. Wondering how the midwives would react to a wetsuit and snorkel? In the second dream, I met my new daughter. I watched as she waved to me from her hospital bassinet, a full head of curly hair. I remember having a similar dream before having Ella. A baby girl, with a mouth full of teeth smiled at me just after being born. If only I had known it was a forecast of my smiley, happy daughter and not something out of Stephen King's latest novel I would have enjoyed it even more.
2. A butterfly landed on my stomach last week. It stayed there for what seemed like eternity as Ella and I held our breath. It was a rare and beautiful moment.
3. The last sign is more of a symptom...complete and utter apathy. My rule is, if it falls on the ground it stays there. I'm hoping that the neighborhood ants learn of the recent windfall on our kitchen floor and get rid of the building mound of crumbs pronto. I stare with contempt at rogue laundry, a wayward tooth paste cap, and Ella's shoes. In addition, I've considering catheterizing myself. This whole in and out of bed every ninety minutes in the middle of the night is no longer an interest of mine. In fact any and all physical activity has been crossed off of my list of priorities. I have declared to only move or bend if a loved one is bleeding or unconscious. And boy, I really hope we can avoid that...I'm really not in the mood.