Tam's usually the one to discuss her, ahem, unconventional dreams. Apparently I've been reading her too long - or the nachos and salsa I had shortly before bed came back to haunt me - because last night I had a doozy of a dream myself. It actually involved the Mistress of Snark, which in and of itself wouldn't be too much of a concern, except that she was like 10 months pregnant.
No, I don't know why. I also don't know why I wound up driving her to the hospital when her water broke. I do know that trying to explain to the myriad medical staff who greeted us at the emergency room that I was not, in fact, the pére of the family was on the difficult side - apparently even in my dream state I project a "dad aura".
The most surreal part - as though Tam giving birth at my local hospital isn't surreal enough - was sitting in the cafeteria at the hospital thinking about whether or not to blog the event. As though I'd have trouble with that decision, right? Now, I'm not a complete farmer - I know that I'd be taking my life in my hands if I posted pictures, but little Tam Jr.? Who could resist that?
All I know is I need to lay off the habaneros right before bedtime...
That is all.