I am often one to have the odd dream here and there, I would tell people at school and college about it. But since being pregnant I have had some really messed up dreams. I correct myself, nightmares! I keep waking up in a panic, checking to make sure an alien shaped hole hasn’t burst through my stomach.
The latest dream is; I’m in hospital and the doctor’s tell me something’s wrong with the baby and they have to operate. They put me under anaesthetic but I don’t go to sleep and the doctors are oblivious to me still being awake. I feel them cutting into my stomach and scream at them but they don’t listen. They then pull out my baby, a boy and I struggle to hold him as he keeps slipping out of my grip. When I do hold him right his neck is long and all floppy so his head struggles to stay up. This is pretty strange, right?
I have read in my pregnancy books that having strange dreams is normal because our inner fear is the unknown. A small life is in our hands, to look after and love and that would terrify any sane person. I am scared, I would be a fool not to be but I just know that Rob and I are going to be the best parents we can for our child.
Right, I’m off to watch a movie with the fiancée. I could really kill for a big pot of Ben and Jerry’s!
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