SUPER weird dream!

I woke up this morning at seven a.m. and could not go back to sleep. 

SEVEN a.m., people. 

I am the girl who sleeps in until nine and is still exhausted all the time. 

So anyways, the reason I couldn't go back to sleep is because my dream was so weird that I was wide awake, wondering how the heck any part of the dream would have popped up.

DREAM:

I'm in a hospital bed in a dark room. I can make out a lamp next to me, so I flip it on. I'm completely alone and the room is unfamiliar. I get up to look around when I realize that oh, I'm not pregnant anymore! 

I start to panic when I hear crying in a room across from mine. 

I go inside and there is my baby--except for the fact that he's almost two and is my sister's sister-in-law's son, Tanner--lying in a crib.

Apparently I had given birth and had no recollection of it.  

Just then I get a phone call from Mike.

"Hi honey, sorry I'm not home. I wanted to give you time to adjust to the fact that the doctor was wrong, we had a boy! I hope you can take back all the girl stuff we got. Oh yeah, and we need to name him."

Um, okay?!

I then take Tanner--I don't remember what I named him in the dream...it may or may not have been a masculine form of Chloe (what would that even be?)--to the docks in my red convertible, because apparently there is an ocean in Spanish Fork.

We spend the day feeding seagulls and then I wake up.

Yeah, WHAT?

Oh pregnancy, thank you for making life interesting, albeit weird.