My friend, Aimee, had a dream that she was in a waiting room in a maternity ward. I was behind the swinging double doors, giving birth to what the doctors kept calling a "really big baby." Finally, she says, I emerged. I was fully clothed and had my hair done, though I was sweaty. Behind me, strolled a little girl. Walking and talking and playing. I pray this means what it feels like it means. I pray it is encouragement to just hold on a little longer. Labor pains lead to birth.