It’s a good thing babies cry when they’re hungry
Well, the crazy baby dreams have started.
For the past few months I have been dreaming in even greater detail and complexity than usual, which is generally quite a lot. Some have been amusing, some scary, but strangely enough most do not actually feature a baby. Last night, I dreamed of giving birth for the first time. It wasn’t nearly as traumatic or painful as I have been preparing myself for, so I was quite happy with that and had busied myself with choosing clothes to wear home from the hospital, etc. Eventually, I found myself standing in front of a rack of henley-style t-shirts looking for something that would be suitable for nursing when I realized that I hadn’t actually fed the baby yet since the birth. And that was days ago! Three days ago in fact! I remember wondering why the baby hadn’t been screaming with hunger the entire time.
The reality of life with a baby is starting to sink in just a little more.
