I Had This Dream

Last night, I dreamt about the baby for the first time. At this point, I've had many half-dreams involving thermometers, tamagochis and the wonders of charting while half-asleep, but not one about an actual, living, baby here in my home.

In this dream, my labor lasted all of 30 minutes, was painless, somehow was at home (the closest I'll ever come to a home birth will be if I'm crowning in the back of the car on the way to the hospital) and at the end, produced a very cute little boy who couldn't stop shitting on my bedspread. Naturally, I don't remember what we'd named him, though I do recall some degree of dissatisfaction with it, and my mom wasn't there. When I called to tell her about the not-greatly-named little one, she was distant and made some weird comment about how lame the name was.

But he was 1. a he, 2. he was beautiful and 3. he was ours. And I was pretty fucking happy. C'mon, ye little shitter, get here already.