dreams

This may not be exciting to anyone but me, but I had my first baby dream last night.

I was holding a wee little shrimped up baby in a diaper on my chest and I felt it poop. Suddenly the diaper was off and I was putting it on the bed. I got poop on Timmy's pillow.  I found a towel and put it under the baby and started cleaning it up. And the baby burped up what looked like orange juice and I cleaned that up.  At this point, I realized the baby was a boy and was afraid he was about to pee on me so I covered his bits with the corner of the towel.

I was struck by a few things in my dream.  It was a fair headed baby and very pale and it was a boy!  I think this probably not prophetic necessarily, but more likely that I have mostly changed diapers for fair headed, pale, little boys (my brother Mark and my nephew Jake). 

I was also struck by how calm I remained during the whole dream.  I am pretty afraid I am going to be a freaked-out failure of a mother and this dream was nice and mellow and natural.  It was very nice.

I woke up Timmy to tell him about the dream and tell him we need to buy baby sunblock.  Because obviously any baby I have will be neon pale.

Also, we are going to our first mega consignment sale this week at the fair grounds.  I am going to try my damnedest not to buy baby clothes.  We are just looking.

Haha.

Comments

[Laurali]

*snerk* Yeah...sure you're just looking.

Just remember, the joy of buying baby clothes is something every mother deserves.