Last night’s dream: Olivia and I were going to Thailand – which is a trip I probably wouldn’t go on without the adultier adult (Jamie). We were on the airplane, and we were eating, and then the bill came for the food but I had lost my wallet.
Arriving at the airport, I lost the passports. There was a woman on the plane, who we were chatting with about a new baby, mentioning that we left it at home, with Dad. Then, in my dream, it dawned on me ‘Crap, who was going to nurse the baby while we jaunted off to Thailand?’. She gave me cash for the airplane food, which was thai – (haha brain, I see what you did there) because not adultier adult, lost wallet.
Next, we’re at the hotel, in the middle of the nowhere and Jamie showed up, with the new baby but I didn’t remember it being born. I was mad that I had a C-section and didn’t know about it, and he kept leaving the baby in the hotel room. There was no baby monitor! How would we know if the new baby was fine!?
And why was he letting the kids play in the ocean, while I went into the hotel to try and find him a plane ticket to get home. It was a mountain, and the waves were obviously going to drown the kids!?
Clearly, I forgot about the scene before, where we were on the plane and I was telling someone that we had a baby (it was a boy), and left it with Dad, at the ripe old age of two days old – so we could jaunt off to Thailand.
I woke up angry, so angry, and so freakin’ stressed, because of the fact that I missed the entire birth of our future-kid, and didn’t remember a thing – and because of the beach mountain, and the fact that Jamie was letting them play because they were obviously going to drown. Plus, he wouldn’t let us ride the elephants.
Pregnancy dreams – brought to you by Thai food before bed.