Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Welcome Billy and Tabatha

I do on the odd occasion, dream about giving birth. The prospect of giving birth though terrifies me. Not least of all because I have no interest in children. My dreams don’t really involve kids. Rather, they involve anything but miniature beasts of burden.


Take this one dream; I’m lying on my mum’s kitchen floor. I’m in agony, grabbing my stomach, really struggling to breathe. Just when I can’t take much more, a little hamster pops out of me and lays on the tile floor, barely moving. Before I have a chance to realise what the French toast is going on, out pops wee Sweens number two!

I’m extremely distressed at this time, as they’re not really breathing. So I resuscitate them. When I’m quite satisfied they are ok. I open the fridge; find a Tupperware container full of leftover Indian takeaway. I put my new born rodents in amongst the curry, and shut them in the fridge. I then go about my business.

What does this mean???