I had the weirdest dream last night that I had a baby and that I’d was married to some one Jewish. I never saw whether they were male or female but I was at the baby’s blessing which for some reason was in a full stadium in Santa Monica where the Highland Games were held as a kid.
The first part was the Hebrew blessing of a baby girl and I remember walking into the stadium and having 2 problems, 1) I decided I didn’t like the name we had picked out. RosemarieMichael. (Don’t ask me why because in real life I never would have picked that name and 2) She had just pooped in her cloth diaper and she was also wrapped in 2 swaddling clothes one for the first ceremony and one for the second ceremony that was going to be the wiccaning.
So I spent the rest of the dream trying to find someone with a disposable diaper which I don’t like but I thought would get us through the ceremony without another incident and trying out new names. RosemaryMichelle, no and while the hell Michelle or Michael when no one in our family has those names. I finally or Rosemary for that matter but I did have a teacher in Junior High that called me that among other names since she could never remember mine.
I don’t know if I ever found the diaper or see my partner but the name turned out to be MairiRose. Weird dream because I got spayed back in ’96 and this body is too damn old even if I could and that ship sailed a long time ago and who would want to have a baby at 59. you’d never see the kid grow up or just barely. I’m waaaay to old to go running after a toddler. And I’d never name a kid Mairi Rose when I got called MR when I was a kid and it stood for something that wasn’t very nice and definitely not PC.