First dream about "our" baby

So the title of this post is a bit deceptive. I've longed for us to start a family for a long time. It really kicked into high gear 18 months after we got married. And then it was a long time until we were both ready and in a good place to responsibly start working at the whole 'getting pregnant' thing. So those dreams I've been holding onto for quite awhile. But Sunday night I had my first dream about 'our' baby. As in, the baby playing with my intestines right now.
It went a little something like this (please forgive me if it doesn't make sense or seems to be occuring out of sequence-that's the way my dreams always work!):
I remember having contractions, but then passing out. When I came to I asked Jim if everything was okay with her and he said yes, but I had to confirm with him that we did in fact, have a girl child. (This is b/c there is some debate so to what the gender of our first child really will be) I am then driving to the beach/a baby mega store with Jim's cousin Kendra and some other relatives, don't know why we're going to the beach, we just are. I start to freak out and ask where my baby is. They reassure me that she's fine, but I notice a lack of infant seat. They tell me they have put her in a paper shopping bag (like the kind you'd get at a department store) and she's laying on the floor of the front seat. I freak out, but mostly I think b/c I'm concerned for her comfort first and her safety second.
Well we get to the beach and I meet up with Jim there. There is a golf course there, but Jim wants to walk on the beach. Now mind you, I have 4 different slings all ready for whatever this baby prefers, but what do I do? I hold the baby in my arms out in front of me, not in a cradle hold, but like she's a wet sack of potatoes. And she's wearing some gawd awful hideous sleeper that is bright red and blue- thus also making me wonder if we really had a girl. I mean of course she'll have a closet full of pink and cute frillies, so why the clown suit?
As we are walking over the dunes to the beach we are walking through what seems like the 'yards' of a bunch of frat houses, only they don't have grass they have sand-duh, we're at the beach! Jim gets pretty far ahead of me and I have to call him back to help me scale the dunes with my baby being held a foot away from my body one day after having given birth. Totally not realistic-but whateves that's how my dream roll.
::jump from the beach to the baby mega-store::
I am there and decide to buy a pair of jeans. Don't know why I can find clothes at the baby store, but in my dreams it happens. I go to check out and am assisted by none other than David Cook, the newest American Idol. Don't ask why he's now working in a baby store, the mind is a magical thing! He gives me his employee discount, that's so sweet and unnecessary I tell him but he goes ahead with it. Then he gave me my jeans with a receipt. I ask, how much do I owe. He tells me, not to worry about it, the discount covered all but $.05, so he just dug it out of his pocket and threw it in the cash register for me. So I got a pair of jeans for free-sweet! I check the receipt and his is correct! $50 jeans for nothin'- well nothin' out of my wallet.
And then I wake up. Ah, what a story to tell my child. Nothing sweet or sentimental, or even anxiety ridden. Just typical weird dreams courtesy of Mommy.
We'll see what other dreams come up as this pregnancy goes along. I'm looking forward to lots of sleeping in when we go to Virigina to visit with Jim's family this week. Maybe I'll get some more blog material from that trip.