Trans-Ams and Drinking Blood: Only in Your (Pregnant) Dreams


I’ve been so busy the last couple of weeks–between working, decorating the nursery, and attending childbirth classes–that I haven’t had time to post anything. But these are all great things to be busy with!

I’ve recently been inundated with work (I’m a freelance copyeditor) that seems to have virtually fallen out of the sky and into my lap. The money I’m making is going to help me buy a car (I don’t currently have a vehicle in which to transport le bebe when he arrives). And if the work continues to flow in my direction, it’ll relieve some of the financial strain of having extra expenses in general.

Decorating the nursery is certainly more exciting than copyediting, and I can’t wait to post pictures when it’s complete! Until then just know that the process has involved hours of scouring Craigslist for the last pieces of furniture, buying paint, and collecting random bric-a-brac for the walls.

Gary Cole in January 2009.

Gary Cole in January 2009. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And the childbirth classes…well, let’s just say they’ve inspired several vivid dreams, one of which involved Gary Cole (the actor from the Brady Bunch movie and Office Space) with a feathered, shoulder-length do from the 1970s driving a red and yellow Firebird and me threatening to drink his blood after he almost ran over le bebe, who was a toddler. Yup. That came out of my head.

Besides being freakishly visceral, my latest dreams are all indications that I’m starting to worry about my baby-to-be once he’s out of the womb. This is not surprising as this is my first child and I’m now 32 weeks along. But it’s a little disconcerting because it forces me to realize that I’ve been keeping so busy with work and decorating the nursery that I’ve been able to ignore some of the more practical worries and push them off into my subconscious.

Rather than fretting over which colors to paint the dresser, I ought to be writing out a birth plan. But it’s so much more fun to fast forward past the pain of labor and daydream about snuggling with le bebe.

Tonight Husband and I are attending our final childbirth class. We’re going to take a tour of the hospital. Next week, we are going to a new-baby care class to learn how not to break le bebe once we’ve taken him home from the hospital. As much as I’d rather remain in a time warp where labor and delivery is still a distant event in the future, time is moving me forward at a relentless rate, and before I know it, I’ll be seeing just how long I can endure labor before I ask for an epidural.

Until then, I can’t wait to see what my next dream will entail…

2 Responses to “Trans-Ams and Drinking Blood: Only in Your (Pregnant) Dreams”
  1. tattooedpoet says:

    A word of advice: go toward the fear now, get comfortable with it, and it will be less scary when it is foisted upon you.

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