I’ve been having some pretty bizarre dreams. Vivid dreams. Dreams of delivering Baby all by my lonesome.
Like, last night, for instance. I dreamed that I was pacing walking around the neighborhood by myself when my water broke. Now, my bag of water has only ruptured just before popping out my babies, so I knew that Baby would be here within minutes. I sat down on a neighbor’s front lawn and delivered Baby all by myself.
A few weeks ago, I dreamed that I was home alone and delivered Baby in the bathtub. Just before the paramedics knocked down my locked front door, I awoke.
The other day, during a nice nap, however, I dreamed that I was delivering in the hospital. I couldn’t see anything because I didn’t have my glasses on. My three oldest children were present and, just as the doctor lifted Baby up over my legs, Zach started jumping up and down yelling “it’s a girl! it’s a girl!” Of course, I never actually saw Baby, because I awoke just before doc handed her to me.
Much like any mama-to-be in her third trimester, I’ve been waking up several times each night. Sometimes to use the restroom, but most often because I have a cramp or I’m just plain uncomfortable. Whatever the reason for the interruption in sleep, I seem to have better dream recall than when I could sleep through the night. I suppose this means that I’m not having more vivid dreams, but rather that I am simply better at recalling them.
Do you have any crazy pregnancy-induced dreams to share? Are they as crazy as mine?
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Awww! I distinctly remember the dream I had the night before I went to the Dr. to have my 2nd ultrasound with baby #2 (this was about 10 years ago). Baby didn’t cooperate during the first ultrasound, so we still did not know if we were having a boy or girl and it was torture for me! Especially knowing that if we were having a girl we were at a total loss for names. So my dream was about myself, my husband, and my oldest daughter heading out to the movies. We were leaving a 3 year old little girl named Ashley with my mom who looked exactly like me saying, “Ok, we’ll be back in the morning, have fun!” I awoke realizing that I had just been dreaming of my unborn child 3 years into the future. Our ultrasound a few hours later confirmed we were having a girl, we named her Ashley and my family refers to her now as my Mini-Me since she looks exactly as I did at her age. Is that seriously just crazy or what!? She loves when I tell her that story and it brings goosebumps to my arms every time I think about it!
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