Scary Pregnancy Dream

I go to sleep feeling nauseated on a Monday night, and when I next awake on Thursday, I'm still in my bed, but I've been to the hospital and back and our baby girl was born via C-Section. Josh hadn't really taken pictures, and I am so disoriented and confused.

I interrogate Josh: Was I coherent? Was I passed out the whole time? How did you know I was in labor? They released me from the hospital after only one day?

From what I can piece together, the baby was born that Tuesday, February 6 (which I think would make the year 2011). I accept the fact that it was a C-Section since I wasn't even lucid, but can't tell if I was passed out the whole time or just blocked everything out.

This scared the crap out of me this morning when I woke up, and physically I don't feel too much better than my dream. Once again I overtaxed myself yesterday, so my belly hurts, my back hurts and my head hurts. A fog of disorientation remains, and I plan on doing nothing today so that my body and mind can recover. Begone creepy dream and your side effects!!

Pregnancy Dream #5

I've traveled back in time and am somehow on the set of DJ AM's upcoming reality show, and I'm trying to tell him not to overdose when he goes to NYC. While I know that he's going to die, I can't tell him what I know, so I just keep giving him hints to save himself. Erm, okayyyyy. . .

Pregnancy Dream #4

A few nights ago I dreamt that I gave birth to a fish. A big, pink, hairy fish with a green mustache and green patches over its body. I put the fish/baby in water, but then realized that it couldn't breath because it was, erm, "human," so I pulled it out of the bowl of water.

With Jacob, I had different versions of the same dream: I forget to feed/care for the baby for days on end and it shrivels up like a raisin. This time around, evidently my subconscious is satisfied with my caretaking skills, so all bets are off. Does this mean I'm having a girl?

21 Weeks: To sleep, perchance to. . .sleep?

Our little carrot is wreaking some big time havoc on my circadian rhythms. I’ve heard tell that the sleep interruptions that one experiences during pregnancy are Nature’s way of preparing you for the interruptions of a hungry, wet or cold newborn. That Nature, what a bitch! Shouldn’t we be stocking up on sleep?

Here is a sample of my nighttime routine as of late:
9:30-10 pm: get in bed curled around my trusty Snoogle, on one side or the other.
10:30 pm: Hopefully fall asleep
1:17 am: wake up, pee, return to bed, change sides
2:33 am: startle awake from pregnancy dream #3 (last night's was about hemorrhaging blood clots and IV bags, wtf?!), change sides
3:47 am: wake up once again, switch sides. Start to feel like a rotisserie chicken.
5:27 am: Cell phone alarm vibrates; hit 5 min snooze several times
5:45 am: Josh gets our 2 year old human alarm clock and plops him on our bed. After some hugs and pretending to sleep for 15.2 seconds, Jacob decides it is time for me to start my day: “Mama? Light on?”

With the exception of the human alarm clock, this situation is so not cool. This also may explain why at least once a week I come home and immediately pass out at 6 pm.

Pregnancy Dreams: 1 & 2

These aren't the first pregnancy dreams I've had, but this is the first time I'm logging these, and I like to count stuff.

Dream #1: The other night, I dreamed that Josh and I were separating. Now, status quo for my pregancies has been that he has the divorce dreams and I have dreams about dried up prune babies that I forget to feed for days on end, so this one shook me up.

In the dream, I said something like, "You know we haven't been getting along lately, why would you even want to be with me?" This is kind of true, since nausea and hormones haven't made me the most pleasant person to be around these days. All through the dream, I just thinking about how easy it was to get divorced while six months pregnant, and strategizing my next move without any emotion. WTF?

Dream #2 happened the same night as dream #1. Since I no longer sleep through the night, I usually remember a few dreams a night. Josh was kind of awake, and I mumbled, " I dreamed that we separated," before falling back asleep and dreaming of his death. Thanks hormones!!

So in Dream #2, Josh has a heart attack and dies, but somehow they revive him after he's been dead for a while. We then go on a plane, and my brother is there and asking if anyone has had a father die recently, so he can figure out what to say to Jacob. And I'm confused because I thought Josh was saved, but evidently it's just a brief reprieve and when the plane lands, he'll be dead again.

The plane lands and I'm trying to get all of our stuff together (I've somehow sat in 3 different seats during the flight) and get Jacob and his twin sister (instead of whatever is in mah belly) to my college dorm and I'm asking for help from friends that I haven't spoken with in over 5 years. Agh!

The upshot is that when I woke up all cranky today, I stayed by myself instead of releasing my evil pregnant twin on my sweet hubby.