I had my first baby dream last night. We had a boy, but in the dream I had no recollection of going to the hospital or even actually having the baby. The first thing I remember is being handed this little messy bundle and seeing that it was a boy. I thought, "wow, that wasn't bad at all, and I didn't even have an epidural." The nurse told me that I was in labor for only four minutes. Weirder still, the baby was growing at this incredible rate and within a couple of hours looked like a 12 month-old. He was also talking and said that he didn't really like either of the names we were deciding between. Tim wasn't in the dream at all, but the baby had a friend who was an older boy and was teaching him to play cards.
I'm not one of those 'everything has a hidden meaning' people, so I just think it's funny. Definitely weird, but funny.
Baby Ferg has been bouncing around all day. Starting at 4:30 this morning. I was definitely more forgiving of her doing that than our cat, who decided that my pillow was a fun place to play at 4:30am.
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