Last night I dreamed that the hospital called and told me to come pick up my baby. "But I don’t have a baby, I thought it died?!"  –"No, it didn’t and you need to pick it up."

The rest of the dream was panicking because I didn’t have a carseat, or diapers, or ANYTHING to take care of a baby, and I went to the hospital and was handed a tiny furry monkey wrapped up in a towel, stork-style.  "Are you sure? Are you sure this is mine?"  The staff insisted it was, and I was trying to figure out how to tell my parents, and if they could pick up an infant seat on their way over, because they wouldn’t let me leave without one.

So, huh. Is it weird that it made me feel better?