More Baby Dreams
My, what dreams I've been having. Last night, I was with a group of women who were all pregnant. We were being forced to give up our babies to other people (to whom, I don't know). One by one, the women gave birth and both they and their babies disappeared. Finally there was just myself and one other woman left. I was next in line to go into labour. It was somehow significant that the woman I was with had to be last. Apparently she had had a great sorrow in her life and her baby was going to help her through not just the birth but would also bring her healing and strength.
My labour, when it did come, was quick and easy. And I realized that I didn't have to give my baby up like all the other women did. It wasn't wishful thinking: I knew with certainty that this baby was to stay with me.
Then I had a glimpse of a mother cat carrying her one kitten off to a bedroom. The cat made a warm place for her baby amongst the folds of the woolen blanket on the bed. I was amazed that the cat knew just what to do to keep that kitten safe. I knew I would do the same for my baby.
I remember walking around after my labour with no other post-labour symptoms other than a sore lower back. Then I woke up, and my back was hurting: from last night's dance class I suspect.
My friend Lucca says babies mean new beginnings. I do have a sense that change is heading my way, but what kind of change I don't know. It could have to do with my job. As much as I really love my work, there's something niggling at the back of my head that says I will be doing something quite different before too many more years pass.
7:13:34 AM 
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