We chatted with Mother and Sister tonight. Mother told us that she had a dream that we had a baby. A very tall, half-white, half-Korean basketball playing baby.
In Korean culture there’s this idea you have a pregnancy dream (태몽) before conceiving.
This horrifies me.
I can only comfort myself with the idea that Mother is pregnant.
Good Man calls me a drill instructor sometimes. He does so lovingly. “You are like drill instructor! This is like first day at boot camp! I married drill instructor!”