…only not by me.
Ben has had two baby dreams recently. Because I think it’s cute, I’m going to jot them down for memories.
The first was about a month ago and as he was driving me home after work, he said “I had a weird dream today. We had had a baby, a little girl. I was really sweet on her. I was holding her and talking to her when all of a sudden she jumped down to the floor and ran under the couch like a little gerbil-baby. I tried to get her out but I couldn’t. Bridger was even trying to get her out (like he always does when he gets his toys stuck under there). It was crazy!”
Then again last week, also while driving me home: “I got really mad at you today. I had a dream during my nap today that you were pregnant and do you want to know how I found out? You posted a baby picture on Facebook and you had like 50 comments on it, but I didn’t even know you were pregnant yet. I was so mad that you told everyone else before me! Then I woke up and realized that it was a dream decided to not actually be mad.”
So, I promised my sweet, silly, super-afraid-of-actually-having-a-baby-yet-still-dreaming-about-one husband that A) when the time comes, I would do my best to not birth a gerbil-baby, but a real, human-sized one, and B) I would not use Facebook to announce that our little human was on her way.