I had my first baby dream.
By "I," I mean me. Adam. The husband of Beth, who has thus far conducted a solo narration of our pregnancy via this blog. Yes, I believe I am pregnant too, and so it is high time I grace the world with a male's perspective of this episode in the Rodewald Journey. And that brings me back to the start:
I had my first baby dream.
It went like this. A funky man asked if he could hold our newly born baby boy. I said "Yes."
Showing off our baby is fun.
The funky man said, "Watch, I will do a magic trick." And with a swift, but awkward movement of his hand, the funky man made our baby's head disappear.
I was angry. I punched the man in the face. Repeatedly.
The strange thing is, the baby looked funny. Underdeveloped. Or something.
Baby dreams are nothing new to our household. Beth has had many, including one recurring dream in which our baby is a rectangle.
Funny thing. If you search baby dreams under Google images you will find this:
You'll also find this:
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