Pavlov, we bought the Zapp for DS, and I've got to say that I'm not loving it because a) you can't hang anything off the back handlebars (nappy bag, groceries etc) without risking the whole thing tipping over backwards, b) the raincover is HOPELESS, it's just velcro'd together and slides off the handlebars all the time (even if your beloved child doesn't kick it off), and c) the foot brake and release seem to be buggered after only a year. I actually bent the wheel trying to unjam the brake, and then the whole thing wouldn't run, and I had to carry it off the bus (where we were at the time). Awful thing. It's now sitting in the cupboard, and I'm using the Phil and Ted all the time.
I do love the sound of your dream though. Reminds me of one I had with DS where this coracle came drifting across a lake with a fat smiling fair baby in it, and I remember picking him up and thinking 'Ah, so THIS is what you look like! Okay, you'll do!' He did look much like that eventually! (The only dream I've had about this kid was when I pulled up a mandrake, Harry-Potter-style, and there he was, shrieking his head off crossly.)
Ursigurke, I don't think you need to prepare your nipples. Get in some lansinoh or similar stuff, and just air 'em out as much as you can once the baby's here - I found that once the first couple of weeks were past, it was fine.
Wizzy, you should be able to bf after a c-section, you just need someone to help you with different holds (like how to nurse lying down on your side, or the football hold) and make sure the midwives stay on their toes getting the baby in and out of the bassinet for you. Maybe call NCT or La Leche to see if someone can advise you in advance?
Went to see HP last night, and God, I was uncomfortable - cinema seats are not designed for SPD, apparently. My lower back was killing me, ditto my hips, and I wound up trying to ball up my cardigan and DH's jacket so I could shove them under me. The baby also seemed to object to the loud noises, and kept trying to burrow away in the direction of my tailbone. Ow, ow, ow!