I fell asleep studying and had the strangest freaking dream.
Misha and I had a baby but I could not remember her name. I was walking around calling her “it” and freaking because I couldn’t remember her name. Then I remembered that I had done a poll on the blog to name the baby. Her name was Mia.
The baby was like 3 months old and I had not changed her diaper yet. Hushbear had done all of the changing. He told me it was time that I learn how to do it. For some reason we were living with my mom and I decided to wait until she got home from work. She refused and said that she had wiped enough shit and I needed to do it.
I took the diaper off and suddenly the baby was a little yellow kitten. It didn’t phase me in the dream, but I decided that as our daughter was a cat she really didn’t need diapers and refused to put one on her.
I would love to see what Freud would have to say about this.
My so Charmed Life 
Okay, that’s creepy b/c I had a similar dream that night. I dreamed that I had a baby but kept forgetting I had one. I’d go 4 days without changing his diaper, feel *horrible* and promise him and myself I wouldn’t forget he was there. But then I would. At one point, I asked someone if I could have a do-ever and they said “No, idiot – you have a baby!” It was stressful.
I think it was b/c I worked all weekend.