I had heard the tales of pregnancy dreams. How vivid, how real, how. . . disturbing they could be.
I was a little disappointed that I hadn't had any out of the ordinary dreams. And I was really feeling badly that I hadn't dreamed about the baby at all.
Last night, I had my first dream about Baby Boy. In my dream, he was born and was healthy, but was very, very tiny. Like the size of my palm tiny. He was perfectly fine and needed no time in the NICU, but for some unknown reason, was just very small. It was a nice dream, but even in my dreams, I was worried and pestering the doctors for answers about his size. It just goes to show that even when I am sleeping, I can never relax!
I woke up after that dream to use the bathroom and then it was time for Dream Sequence: Part Two. This time, I dreamt that I was stuck in a camping trailer somewhere and was fighting off intruders to save my life. It was a very realistic and disturbing dream, which included me putting an umbrella through someone's eye. Ick. All I have to say about that is don't mess with me when I am pregnant and stuck in a a trailer!