Last night I had the strangest dream. Usually I just share dreams on Facebook but this was was odd enough to warrant an actual blog post.
It started by Steve (my husband) telling me he was getting a Doberman puppy. It was a Ricky Bobby x Summer puppy, which will only make sense to my friends who know those Dobermans. (Whitney owns RB, Diane owns Summer.)
I asked Steve why he was getting a Doberman puppy, and he told me it was because he needed a service dog. I still didn't understand, so I asked him why he needed a service dog. Matter-of-factly he said, "I told you last week - I'm getting my leg amputated!"
I didn't believe him, so he showed me the radiograph of his leg. Sure enough, the bone was all splotchy and destroyed. Most definitely needed to be amputated. I told him he couldn't get a male since we already had Stark. He didn't say anything. I should note that Steve was walking just fine on his seemingly bad leg.
Then the dream switched.
Suddenly, Steve had a baby. It wasn't my baby, and it wasn't another woman's baby. It was Steve's baby. I have no idea where it came from. I wasn't happy about there suddenly being a baby in the house, so I kept calling it Creature because I didn't want to even acknowledge it had a name. Also, miraculously, the baby was not nursing or on formula - it was eating baby food already. Steve had stocked all our shelves with baby food.
Steve asked me if I wanted to see Tim's baby. (Backstory: Tim was Steve's best friend when he was younger.) Apparently Tim also had one of these "brought by the stork" babies, and Steve had offered our spare room to Tim and his baby. I reluctantly said I wouldn't be against meeting Tim's baby. Steve texted Tim, but Tim said his baby was sleeping so we'd have to come back later.
Then I woke up.