I dreamed the other night that I had the baby. He was adorable and tiny and I kept changing lots of wet diapers. Then, even though I still had to support his head, he could talk. Quite clearly too. I can't remember what was said, and I'm sure it's not important.
While I dealt with all the diapers and a super intelligent talking newborn without a wonder, sharp pencils began appearing in his little hands and he was trying to stab me. I would remove the pencil, wondering where it came from, and another would appear. And with all this weirdness going on I wasn't weirded out or anxious at all. I just continued my motherly duties of diaper changes, and moving sharp objects out of reach.
The alarm clock awoke me shortly after the pencils began appearing - thankfully!!
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