I careen to the worst possible scenario all too easily. I really want a kid, yes, but I want the whole experience of being pregnant and squeezing the thing out, too. So while I’m not opposed to adoption, it’s not my first choice. But it’s one I continually think about, probably prematurely.
Last night I had a dream that I adopted a baby girl. She must have been several months old at that point because she was tall. And even though I didn’t carry and birth her, she didn’t seem like a total stranger.
But because all my dreams are at least partially crazy, when I hugged the birth father and thanked him for the baby, my arm was in an awkward position and I accidentally touched his manhood. Yup. Awkward moments even in my dreams. I thought I’d keep that tidbit in for the faithful reader. After all, dream stories can be so dull.