Some dreams require very little analysis.

[rivka]

I dreamed that I was making lunch for eight or nine people. When they were all seated around the table and I was dishing out the food, I suddenly realized that there was almost nothing to eat. What I had been thinking of as the main course turned out to just be corn mixed with black beans, and there were only a couple of meager spoonfuls in the bowl - to be split eight ways. The other dishes were in similar shape.

Gosh, whatever could that possibly mean?

Bad night last night. I woke up around five and couldn't get back to sleep - a combination of aches and pains, cold symptoms, the baby moving, and an inability to banish unrestful topics from my mind. Argh.

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[boxofdelights]

There will be enough of you to go around. There will be loaves and fishes. And when there isn't -- when you're scraping the bottom of the bowl -- then it's time to make stone soup.

Because those people around the table are not just empty mouths to feed. They are full of resources: skillful hands, loving hearts, minds each with its unique problem-solving creativity.

"How can I do all this?" is not a rhetorical question. And it isn't cheating to get help with the answers.

Your baby is blessed to be coming into a life so rich in love and work and everything that makes life worth living.