my first labor dream

So last night I had my first ever labor and delivery dream. It was weird and funny (at least to me and Jay) so I thought I'd share. I'm sure these types of dreams will become much more frequent very soon, and I promise I won't bore you with all of them, but this one I thought was classic:

So I'm in labor and it's not progressing and they tell me I have to have a c-section because my pelvic bones have not spread like they are supposed to so it's too tight for the baby to come out. I argue with them that my hips are plenty wide and they get exasperated and storm out. I'm writhing away in pain and they finally come back to wheel me to the operating room, obviously irritated with me. As they cut me open, they tell me that because I fought with them for so long about having the c-section, the baby had a bowel movement from the stress of the delivery and it got into its lungs (this can actually happen.) Therefore, I wouldn't be able to see the baby after it came out, it would have to be rushed to the NICU where it would stay for two months and we could come back tomorrow to see it.

So out comes the baby, and it's a girl. They stitch me up and I hop off the table in shock at how good I feel and how small the scar is. I show everyone around me how tiny and clean the scar is. They release me and tell me to come back tomorrow to see my baby girl.

So Jay and I go back the next day, and in the NICU are a bunch of cages lined up against a wall like at a pet store, and there on the bottom is our little girl. Except she's a labradoodle puppy. Spotted like a beagle but with curly hair. And the nurse tells us, "Well, because you were so selfish and didn't want the c-section, the baby has no ears. It has holes where the ears should be, but no outer lobe or anything." But we don't care, we talk to her and tell her we're her Mom and Dad and that we'll come back and visit her the next day.

So the next day I call work and tell them I had the baby but I'll be late today because we have to go see her in the NICU. We show up to the NICU and the nurses are all flustered, saying just wait until we see our baby, so many things have changed that we probably can take her home before two months. So we excitedly approach the cage and instead of our labradoodle baby girl, it's Owen Wilson (the actor), scrunched up in a ball in the cage saying "Mamma! Dadda!" The nurses open the crate and say, "Just watch! Just watch!" and Owen crawls out, jumps up, walks over to a toilet next to the cages, lifts up the seat, whips out his penis, and pees in the toilet. He's grinning ear to ear and we're all clapping and saying "Good boy!"

Then I wake up.

Care to interpret anyone? I can see a few clear translations:
1). I worry my childbearing-sized hips will fail me
2). I didn't think I was scared of a c-section but I guess I am
3). I feel guilty about being off work to have a baby
4). I'm nervous that if they tell me it's a girl on April 1 it will end up being a boy
5). I like the name Owen?