I woke up this morning in a panic, my heart racing and a terrible feeling in my gut. I had lost my baby. Where was he?! I pawed rapidly at the sheets and turned over all the pillows, all the while breathing like an asthmatic dragon. My baby! My baby!
Of course this was just a dream. And Melbs who I’d woken up in my fury sat straight-up, wide eyed and worried. “What’s wrong??” he asked. Realizing I’d been over-reacting to a dream and was now coherent enough to process this, I replied, “I’m sorry. I was holding our baby… and then he was gone. And I couldn’t find him. And I missed him so much! And he needed me!!” and started to blubber in real life. The emotion was just too real.
I’ve read that dreams may get increasingly vivid at this stage in my pregnancy… and given my propensity for lucid dreaming already I should brace myself, and my poor husband for more.
Oh! Just typing this up has gotten me all worked up again. TGIF guys. Melbs and I are off to celebrate our anniversary this weekend and I couldn’t be more excited! Hope everyone has a wonderful and restful weekend too!