Babies!

Okay, so I have been dreaming pretty much constantly since I started getting more sleep. Lately, the dreams have become so vivid that I always have a few thrilling and disoriented moments during the waking process where I cannot fully differentiate between my realities. Generally, this means something as innocuous as "Wait, do I actually own a red Honda Civic? And why was I driving on the Irish side of the road?" as opposed to after my nap this afternoon, when it became "HOLY SHIT WHERE IS THE TWO YEAR OLD CHILD I GAVE BIRTH TO IN 2005, AND WHO HAS BEEN TAKING CARE OF HER ALL THIS TIME?!" It took a few moments to calm down and remember that if I had indeed pushed an inordinately largeish-small human body out of my vagina after completing my freshman year of college, I would probably remember it rather vividly.

Yes folks, Nora has Baby Dreams. Dream analysis (a practice in which my therapist mother has an extensive background) would tell us that dreaming of babies is generally connected to one's creative progeny, whether that be (in my case) writing, music, the theatre phantom-limb syndrome I have been experiencing this summer— or (possibly in your case) birdhouse-making, culinary experimentation, or somewhat demeaning yet lucrative exotic dancing. Potato, pot— well, whatever. Not the point.

Anyway, I suppose what I am trying to say here is that the subconscious is a creepy and powerful thing. The actual reason I am blogging about this is because of my cousin Anna:
(leather jacket, third from left)
...who has been a nanny for quite some time now and is free of her shackles in approximately 12 days, and who, when given the task of picking a blog topic, chose this one. Her official nanny opinion is:
annaXXXX (10:45:38 PM): i am nannied out
annaXXXX (11:03:39 PM): the best place for a toddler is in a blog

So here (in a blog) is a picture of what my subconscious supposed a toddler of mine would look like:

Given another couple of years (and a necessary wardrobe correction) I imagine she would have looked something like this:

...and with these unsettling images of my potential progeny, I will leave you in (dubious) peace for the time being. Sleep well!