OK, my sleep has gone all to hell and my dreams have become a lot more vivid. Last night, I dreamed that I woke up and felt something between my legs (in the real world, I bet Tucker was sleeping there, which probably helped trigger the dream). I reached down and felt the baby's arm. In the dream, I started screaming to Mike to call 911, because I was terrified. By the time he got on the phone, though, I had the baby out and it was breastfeeding. Oddly, I don't recall in this dream if the baby was a boy or a girl. Most of the rest of the dream was spent trying out various breastfeeding positions (laying down, football hold, etc.). I guess my mind is practicing the whole breastfeeding thing. I hope that means that it comes naturally when the time comes.