I woke up from my first baby anxiety dream this morning. I was someplace, I assume my house, holding a bundle I assumed to be the baby. I knew I had to feed him, but all I could find in the refrigerator was the wrong kind of formula. I was looking for regular infant formula and all we had were the flavored kind. i knew the baby was much too young for "chocolate peanutbutter smoothie formula". About this time I noticed that the baby had wet and the blanket was not only soggy, but dripping down my leg. I decided to abandon my search for formula and change the soggy bundle. But, when I opened the bundle it was not a baby but a cat. I woke up.
I suspect this is all precipitated by yesterday's walking tour of Babies-R-Us With cary_lee as guide. I learned a lot and had a great deal of fun. Although I still more boggled by the amount of baby stuff that is available.
(Who in their right mind would dress a toddler in a velvet dress trimmed in marabou?)
And, of course, anticipation of fuzzbucket_cat's trip to the vet to get his stitches out.
And since he pees on himself when he is scared he got a bath upon our return home. He is currently sulking under the bed.