I dreamed that we adopted a child from Russia. I don't know if it was because I had just been speaking with my mother about adoption prior to going to bed (I was sleeping at her house) or if this is some sort of sign that it's a good road to take. Because I felt very much at peace during the dream.
Important background you need to know in order to psychoanalyze me: In real life, the twins were supposed to be triplets, but the third sac was a blighted ovum. The edge of the empty sac is visible in the first sonogram picture we have of them. I see that photo almost every night in a video that Josh made for the kids. Perhaps that has been on my mind as well, though it is something I rarely think about overall.
In my dream, we decided to adopt a boy from Russia. I decided I wanted a boy who was the same age as the twins rather than adopting a baby. And it became clear in the dream that I was trying to pass them off as triplets rather than as twins and their brother. In my dream, I was scared that the twins wouldn't include him, but my daughter wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug while my son circled around them. They kept putting their heads against one another (which was the way my daughter used to "kiss" people when she was little--she touched her forehead to the other person's forehead).
There were all sort of problems--where to put a third crib in their already cramped bedroom. But I kept insisting that the triplets needed to remain together and they all needed to be able to reach each other. So we placed the cribs in a triangle. While I felt at peace with pretending they were triplets, everyone else was worried when I called them the triplets. I kept explaining that it was easier to just call them the triplets than admit that we had adopted the third child long after having the first two. Though I was calling them the triplets even when we were at home.
I woke up and couldn't stop thinking about it. Anyone want to play Freud with this one?