I have had more baby dreams recently, but not quite as strange as the iguana baby dream.

Sunday night I had a dream about the baby. It was a boy, and a real baby this time. The weirdness is that I couldn’t figure out how to dress the child or put a diaper on it. I carried it around and it peed and pooped and spit up on me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t even figure out how to carry around a diaper bag. My mom would ask “Aren’t you going to dress the baby?” and I would reply “I don’t know how!”. She would offer to show me how to dress the baby and put a diaper on it, and I would then realize that I had no diaper bag or any diapers or clothes at all. I could feed the baby – it didn’t go hungry. And it was clean, somehow managing to have all the pee and spit up end up solely on my clothing.

I had another dream last night, but I don’t remember as much from that one. In the dream last night, the baby was a girl. And I think it was clothed this time, ha. The dream had something to do with me pushing the baby in the stroller. That’s about all I can remember. I was so dead tired after the 4th that I don’t think I even got up to pee last night. I slept like a rock.

Speaking of the 4th – we had a lot of fun. We went to the Balcony Bar on Tuesday night for Mike’s birthday. It was a lot of fun although I couldn’t drink. We sat outside and I drank water and laughed at everyone while they became silly drunk. On the 4th, we hung out at Mike and Marissa’s for their 4th of July/ Housewarming party. We prepared a LOT of food. I still was not hungry this morning, heh.