New Milestone...of a Sort (22 weeks, 3 days)

Well, I reached a new milestone last night....I had my first overly vivid dream about a baby. I'd been told to expect it, but my dreams have not been any different from any other time and have not involved any babies. Last night I dreamt about a baby, but it wasn't Sprout. (I knew it wasn't Sprout, because the baby was a girl.) It was darn vivid, though, and a little scary.

First, the baby already teeth as an infant. Maybe not such a scary thing in and of itself, but I am planning on breastfeeding, so still qualifies as a little scary. And, then there was the fact that the baby was part alien. Yeah, an alien. There wasn't any understandable reason for the baby to be part alien -- it just was. The baby wasn't a monster, but a little different looking and the future for the baby was uncertain. Compounding the situation, Mouse the Cat (our black and white kitty shown below) was also an alien. Mouse could talk and also had a dramatic problem with matted fur. Actually, Mouse talking and being an alien was almost more scary than than the baby, as it called to mind Stephen King's Pet Semetary more than Dr. Doolittle. In addition to waking up a little freaked out, I was really trying to remember what Mouse's voice sounded like....

Where did the dream come from? Well, I guess I should stop making asides about Sprout and the chestbusting alien from Alien. Yeah, should definitely stop that....And, some of it probably comes from my thinking about different identity issues, though those seem more funny than scary to me. Though I am just over halfway through pregnancy and have many wonderful years of parenting ahead, it seems those around me are already preparing me to lose myself. I find that no one ever just says "Hello, Jamie" anymore. I am: the "Sprout Mama", "Little Mama", "Mommy", etc. While endearing in many ways, I hadn't expected I would already start to be identified and defined by this new part of my life! Further, I find that whenever I act a certain way that I probably did a year ago (impatient, irritable, forgetful or anything of the like), people attribute it to Sprout! No, I say, it's all me! If I were smart, though, I'd probably go ahead and let the babe-to-be take the flak for the less than positive stuff -- he won't know! I haven't been scared, though, because all the attention to Sprout also has gained a lot of new attention to me. For example, everyone always asks how I am feeling and how am doing. Darned if I don't like being in the spotlight a little!

So, bring on the next milestone. Glad to get this one out of the way and will try not to dream of aliens anymore.