Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Conversations with Kevin and my subconscious

(Insert 10 minutes of chatter about his new job, his wife's pregnancy, his wedding anniversary and other monumental events here.)

Kevin: Anyway, what's going on with you?
Me: Nothing, really. I don't have a new job and I'm not reproducing.
Kevin: I'll tell you what, if you're not married with children by the time you're 35, I'll knock you up.
Me: W-w-w-w-what? WHAT?! Why? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? GROSS! EWWW! KEVIN! WHY?!
Kevin: [Laughing maniacally] You know you want a kid with my genes.
Me: I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOUR. PITY. SPERM.

And then I went and had a dream about being pregnant. With Colin's baby. He wasn't at the birth of our baby girl; I had to take her to a carnival so he could meet her.

I had no recollection of the actual labor and delivery, which I thought was strange but wonderful. I did remember waiting for my mom to yell at the doctor, however. (My mom is a bad-ass in the hospital setting. This part of my dream was very realistic.)

I somehow made it through the entire pregnancy without once considering names; naming the baby after her birth was my highest priority. I kept making a list of potential first names and I couldn't decide if I wanted her to have my maiden name as a middle name. It was very distressing.

But my baby girl had very pretty eyes.

And I could keep her under my desk while I was at work. How very convenient!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"I do not want your pity sperm." HAHAHA!

Laurie said...

Ha! Love the dream. So odd yet makes so much sense.

 
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