I've been dreaming about Baby lately. I've been having so many dreams about Baby, it's weird. Mae's been having dreams of Baby too. Must be all that anticipation. :)
Last night I dreamt of the little guy again. He had these huge, round, beautiful brown eyes. I cradled him in my right arm, my forearm supporting his body and his head resting on my upper arm. I was feeding him. I popped the bottle in his mouth and he drank happily staring back at me playfully, his eyes almost smiling at me.
But somehow, the feeding seemed to go on and on. I was thinking to myself, "Oh boy, this is taking really long!" As my mind drifted away (as we sanguine-types are wont to do), I began looking around for anything interesting. Then Baby began making these gurgling noises. As I looked upon his face I realised that I had let go of the bottle and it had slipped off and had fallen onto the floor.
That's when I thought to myself, "Dammit, I should have held him in a football hold." It was one of those cradling methods we learnt in those Pre-Natal classes.
I then picked up the bottle from the floor. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, I popped the bottle back into Baby's mouth. I popped the dirty, germ-infested bottle back into Baby's mouth! Hahhahah!!! Oh boy!
That was so funny. It's even more funny since it seems like something I'm liable to do. Hahhahha!
Poor kid. I hope I don't actually do that.