I’ve been dreaming of the baby. Well, not quite every second; there needs to be room for the alien invasions and the escapes from boarding school cafeterias.
I don’t normally describe dreams to the whole world like this, but I think these are less dreams and more psychological preparation.
Usually the dreams are set immediately after the baby has been born, in some crazy scenario. The baby is, of course, advanced and capable beyond all possibilities. Last night, I’d given birth at home, and while the baby was indeed able to sit up and perform non-crying communication, I attempted to explain this by pointing out that newborns have freakish reserves of strength, like the reserves of energy a new seedling has that allow it to sprout and make real leaves. The main concern of this dream was that the baby had been born early, as well as at home, and we didn’t have everything we needed to take care of a baby. Only a few clothes, a sample package of diapers. No carseat. Other than the strange baby and the strange circumstances, it was really a very long, detailed and prosaic dream, in which I sent people out for a carseat/stroller system, and tried to contact a pediatrician for an initial examination, and went out myself with the baby (walking) to acquire other necessities, and soothed the baby, and did a lot of diaper changing. We couldn’t feed the baby yet but I knew that was okay because babies don’t need food the first day or so, apparently. The baby was also very calm and alert, and I knew this would change as soon as the newborn energy reserves had cleared out and we had to start fueling the system.
Generally, the weirdness of the dreams is progressing closer to reality; my previous dream involved going to a party the day after I gave birth, with the infant, and trying to stop the baby from wandering around getting beer. Or somesuch. This last one, despite having all the hallmarks of an anxiety dream, was actually very pleasant.