In my opinion, one of the best parts of pregnancy is the
crazy dreamscape that awaits in the 2nd and 3rd trimesters. I dream about people I haven’t even thought about in 10 years. Last night was a good one--I dreamt that I
gave birth to a 41 inch baby that was of mixed race, which threw me into utter
confusion, as I no longer knew who the father was, and couldn’t even remember who it might be. That baby then grew up in the span of a
minute to be a brown-eyed Charlie Hunnam, who I was then dating (?) or
mothering. It was unclear in my
subconscious (AS IT IS FOR ALL OF US--Freud). Somehow, though we were on
one of those water-log rides at amusement parks and I felt so incredibly relaxed. What does it all mean!? Have I been watching too much Sons of
Anarchy?
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