Saturday Morning Cuddles
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lovedmusic: Jack Johnson, In Between Dreams
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David's cousin and his sister both had babies on Thursday, one of each, about nine hours and half a world apart. This is really good news. Welcome to the world, Stanley and Mia.
I keep having dreams that I am pregnant. This is not unusual, I have them occasionally, and I always enjoy them. I never HAVE a baby, I am just suddenly 5 months pregnant, and there is this delicious feeling of having a secret, a bond between me and this child inside me, and in the dream I understand how wonderful it is to be pregnant. (This is probably utter bollocks; I've never been pregnant and never particularly had the desire to be so, so how would I know? But this dream feeling is so beautiful I always wake up feeling happy, and somehow changed.)
So the timing of last night's dream can be explained (even if it was less about how beautiful being pregnant is and more about infiltrating a gang of pregnant... people who were doing Something Unspecified But Bad and then being on the run in a giant warehouse/cornfield -- hey, it was a dream) by my brain processing all the baby-ness that's going on around me.
But this week I've also forgotten to take my pill three times. Tell me, subconscious, what's going on?
sickSo anyway, working from home. HA! Oh, that's always such a laugh. I had such good intentions, something to do that would benefit from a couple hours with no interruptions, but instead I'm trailing round the house and rating songs in iTunes. I'll be better off claiming I'm still sick and calling it a day.
You know, I always think I can do the working from home thing. What a great idea, I say. But then I realise I think that because then I can do the washing, the dishes, catch up on the filing... nothing at all to do with the work. Deep inside me there's a housewife yearning to get out. I must get that novel written so I can stay home. Maybe I'll do that this afternoon! Or maybe I'll just watch Frasier reruns and lie on the couch.
