And speaking of babies...
...on Friday night I dreamed I was pregnant. I was happy to be carrying a growing bundle in me, but I started to feel overwhelmed and afraid once people started giving me gifts for taking care of the child (bottles, soft cloths, diaper pins). You mean this baby is going to come out someday? I'm going to have to take care of it?!? It seemed so much easier to be pregnant and dream about the child. I read the dream as a wake up call (so to speak) about my move abroad. It's going to happen, it's not just something to grow inside me and dream about. It will realize and breathe just like a baby. I have to be ready for it.