Week 23: Baby Stewie

I dreamt last night that the baby was at his first swim lesson. I was so anxious because it was the type of swim lesson where you just throw the baby in and watch him start flapping until he swims. There were many other parents there, about to send their babies into the pool as if sending a captive turtle back to the wild.

I finally set him in the pool, watching, holding my breath and posed to jump in to save him. Suddenly, he rose above water, holding his head up and slapping the water aggressively. I was filled with pride and felt like a real Mom.

At some point during the dream Dave, sleeping next to me, whispered, “Are you okay?” because I was breathing rapidly. I just said, “Yeah” and returned to my baby at the pool. I had to keep an eye on him.

I think that I imagine him to look something like Stewie on Family Guy. Yes, I picture a cartoon taking life and joining our family toward the end of January. The other day I imagined him sitting on Dave’s lap at the computer, watching him play video games. His eyes were popped to cartoon proportion. I laughed out loud at the image.

So that’s where I am. I believe that he’s real and that he is coming out eventually. However, in my mind’s eye, he is much more like a cartoon with a giant head and British accent than a wrinkly, soft infant.