Anyway, so I had my first dream last night in which my baby made an actual appearance. Interestingly enough, he was a boy. Even more interesting is the fact that he was a Lego man. Yea, my baby was totally one of those teeny tiny Lego men with overalls and a red cap. The nice thing about having a Lego man for a baby was that if he got hurt, i.e. if my dog jumped on him like she did in the dream, and his whole head came apart from his body, well you just had to put him right back together again and he was as good as new. Also, he didn’t cry, and he always had a painted smile on his face.
Seriously, what is wrong with me? I have NO earthly clue what dreaming about having a Lego man for a baby could actually mean.
Also in my dream last night, my friend Kate was criticizing how I was holding my baby (Lego man). She kept telling me that I was doing it wrong, and saying passive aggressive things like, “Um, isn’t he a bit young to be on his tummy like that?” I was just like, “I HAVE NO IDEA! I don’t know what to do with babies, I am a terrible mother!”
Pregnant dreams are kind of a hoot aren’t they? Every time I type Lego man I start giggling uncontrollably.
21 weeks! These pictures are getting more difficult to take, week-to-week, simply due to the fact that I am getting fatter and fatter. The ratio of tolerable to horrendous pictures I take in each mini photo shoot just keeps getting smaller. I’m pretty sure I’ll run out of patience soon and start posting the first and only horrible picture I take. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.