I have two real honest to goodness posts that I need to make. But because I can’t be bothered with it, I’ll put up a quickie for you all instead.
Last night I dreamt. I really hate it when this happens, typically. I dreamt that I woke up with both my son and my husband in bed beaming at me. I asked what was going on and Aaron told me, “You had the baby in your sleep. All by yourself, and you didn’t even wake up! She was so beautiful!”
I found it odd that he used the the past tense so I commented on it. He looked embarrassed and admitted that he had called the doctor. “You were asleep and I didn’t know what to do. I knew she was still kind of early. They asked if the umbilical cord was still attached and when I said yes they told me to put her back in. Walked me through it and everything.”
I nearly killed him. He then went gushing on about how pretty she was and how she was already so big. He couldn’t wait for me to meet her. I started crying and then I woke up. I was still kind of pissed at him when I was awake, and had to remind myself that this was only a dream.
I am so done with this.
