A dream and a project

On Friday night I had an awful dream. I dreamed that I went into labor and that Philo was stillborn. In fact, he had been dead for so long that he had started to decompose, and was falling apart when they took him out of me. As Mike and I were going home I was calling people and telling them that Philo was dead, and everyone just told me that while it was sad it was actually a good thing, since I never would have been able to care for him properly anyway.

I woke up really upset, and didn't relax until after I'd eaten breakfast and could feel Philo start to move around. Last night I didn't even want to go to sleep because I was afraid I'd have the dream again. Ugh.

Yesterday Mike and I went and toured an apartment (a place that was definitely not worth the money) and then stopped at a bead store so I could pick up something that I'd been looking for without success...beads with numerals. I had decided to make a feeding bracelet (you can see examples here), which is a bracelet you can wear that reminds you of when the last feeding occurred. I haven't made anything with beads in a long time, so it was nice to do it again.

See, here's where I'd normally post photos of my project, but Blogger is being a bastard and hasn't let me load photos all day. So just check out the link above to get an idea of what I did.

I had never heard of these things, but the woman who taught my childbirth class said they were really handy. I guess you can also use these bracelets to remember appointments, when to take pills, or other stuff.

When I made this I had intended to use memory wire, so the whole thing would be wound around my wrist like a spring. Unfortunately I didn't have any memory wire, so instead I used regular wire just to see how it would turn out. Right now it's long enough to fit around my ankle. I might keep it this way because I figured I wouldn't wear it around my wrist anyhow since I'd be afraid of it getting in the way or poking Philo somehow. I was going to wear it around my bicep. An anklet might make more sense than a bicep bracelet.

So yeah, exciting times. Today we're going to do laundry, clean, and make a list of things to go into the hospital bag (as per whattoexpect.com's recommendations). The fun never ends, I tell you.