Last night I had a peculiar dream. It wasn't the nightmare -- that one wasn't all that peculiar -- but another dream I had earlier in the night. In this odd dream, I had a baby. The birth experience or pregnancy or even conception were not part of the dream. I just all of a sudden owned a baby.
The baby's name was Mary Alexis. One thing I can guarantee is that if I ever have a baby her name will not be Mary Alexis. That has to be one of the more ridiculous name I've ever heard. I remember fiding out that the baby's name was Mary Alexis by seeing it on a birth certificate. I remember questioning someone in the dream as to how the baby got the name of Mary Alexis and stating that it was not a name I would give to a baby, but the person with whom I spoke insisted Mary Alexis was indeed the baby's correct name.
I remember that as I was driving newborn Mary Alexis home from the hospital, she was already calling me "Mommy." I think I was looking forward to impressing my acquaintances with the fact that my newborn baby could already talk, or at least could speak one word. The baby had dark hair -- a respectable but not ape-like amount. The baby was quite small -- too small-- even for a newborn.
I was driving Mary Alexis home from the hospital in my dream. I don't yet have a driver's license. As I was driving while holding Mary Alexis, I realized that I was committing a safety violation, so I pulled over to the side of the road, fastened my seatbealt, and drove off still holding the baby in my left arm as I steered with my right. I should note that I am from a family that would probably alert the proper authorities on their own next of kin if the next of kin as much as drove from one parking space to another with a child in the car not properly secured in an appropriate seat or carrier.
I don't recall being concerned that my parents were going to kill or disown me for having this baby. Neither was it a concern to me that, despite the fact that I am seventeen, I am not yet physically capable of conceiving a child even with help from the opposite sex -- which I most definitely have not had, I should add.
I apologize for sharing the contents of my strange dream here, but I wanted to make note of it because if I didn't, I would surely forget the details. To the relative (Ammon or Curt) who thought my blog about couvade syndrome was "the stupidest thing ever written," you were wrong; this blog was.