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It’s so obvious that this dream was precipitated by my feelings of worthlessness about not making much money, coupled with my anxieties about not having a place to stay for a big chunk of my upcoming trip to the Northeast. I had a new job, one I’d gotten recently and was telling someone that I basically walked up and was hired on the spot. It was some sort of photo manipulation work that was really easy and at this point, still fun. I got along well with my cow orkers and was joking happily with them- didn’t even mind our weird setup where our computers were attached to long tables all facing one direction, like at some schools.
But we also had access to fast pregnancies, like maybe one-day pregnancies? And people who very much wanted the babies that would be produced. Because the physical discomfort was so short-lived, I had already done it once and was huge with my second fast pregnancy. (I planned to do no more than 3.) Now I was in Rhode Island with my Dad and a friend, trying to figure out where to go for the birth. At one point I glimpsed fireflies, yay!
Hospitals charge outrageous amounts of money, and I hadn’t booked a midwife. I suggested to my friend that we go find a whale to be my midwife, that’ll be easy because the ocean was so small and whales so easy to find. Ah, Northeast sarcasm, even while I dream. Time was running out, I was so huge and only growing bigger. I felt drawn to water, seems like that’s legitimately the most comfortable way to give birth. Glad I woke up before labor started, I’m sure even shortened, that feels pretty terrible.