For some reason I have been hearing a lot of pregnant women telling about their weird dreams, (Mrs Skrumshz is one!) and I have a good one I thought I’d share.
I really, really wanted a baby girl. I have never been a real ‘girlie-girl’ but on the other hand, I grew up with sisters and didn’t really ‘get’ boys. Besides, I am a shoe junkie and little baby girl shoes (and their clothes, too) are to die for!! Even back before I ever dreamed of wanting a baby, I wanted the shoes. I would stop in the store and ooh-ahh over little baby shoes…Alan would always say "those won’t fit you". Oh, and the hats and headbands!! You know I do have a girl, and from day 1 that little cutie always had a hat or headband on. Do you know, at 10 years old she still almost always wears a hat?! Pavlovian?? But I digress (See? Staying on the memory path is hard for me…!) I tried to convince myself the baby was going to be a boy so I wouldn’t be too disapointed when the time came. So I suppose that is why I had dreams about my "baby boy". One went like this:
I had delivered my baby. I had never told anyone I wanted a girl… I said either was fine. My mom called and asked "what did you have?" I told her "a boy" and after a pause she said "Oh. I’m sorry. Better luck next time." I felt really sad, so I went in to cuddle my newborn son. He was about 3 or 4 feet long, very bony, with long, scraggly, oily black hair. I’m talking like, past his shoulders. He also had a very sparse fu-man-chu type mustache and goatee. And long, yellow, jagged teeth. (He was like, one day old!!) I decided to put him in the car and take him for a ride, but he was so big I couldn’t get him into his car seat. I shoved and shoved, and he made angry faces at me. I decided to take him for a walk in the stroller instead. All I had in my dream was this horrid little umbrella stroller, and he was all scrunched up in it, his feet dragging the ground. We headed out, and I brought along some bottles. In my dream I had decided to give him formula because I couldn’t imagine breastfeeding him with those nasty teeth! I gave him the bottle, and he hucked it down the sidewalk. I tried and tried but he just wouldn’t drink it at all – wouldn’t even try it. So we stopped at a convenience store and I filled his bottle with Coca-cola, and he was happy.
My family still teases me about this one!