I really, really, REALLY miss the dreams about Daniel Craig. At this point, I would settle for anything other than nightmares. Last night, I woke up 2 times to 2 different nightmares.
The first one, which really shook me up, seems like a normal dream in the beginning. Peter and I are at some sort of Target/Walmart type store. We walk into an isle that has wedding and baby favors and nursery items. There are these weird things that are supposed to be bottle warmers and stuff like that... But they are strange. The tops fly off and all sorts of weird things happen. So, we figure out that two of them are not what they appear and this employee comes over and basically tells us that we need to leave the store since we are obviously not buying anything. But we actually had stuff in our hands to buy. So we go to the check out and buy our stuff. Then we leave. We came in one car, but somehow, we end up with both our cars. So Peter gets in his and I get in mine. I'm in front. When I leave the store lot, I make a right and realize, oops, should have gone straight. I see Peter go straight from my rearview and assume I'll just make a turn and get back to where I need to be. As I approach a bend in the road, I see this stone bridge and, for whatever reason, I am going too fast, there is no brake, and the steering wheel wont turn. I clip the side of the bridge and the car goes flying over the edge, towards the river below. I grab my stomach, say a prayer that God will protect the babies, and then, I wake up.
I was so upset as waking that I actually screamed and woke Peter up. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. The dream was so realistic that I actually thought I was drowning when I woke up. It was really horrific.
I finally go back to sleep and this time is even worse! Although I dont remember all of it, the gist of it was that my water broke and I was in labor. Worse yet, when I woke up, I felt like I had to go to the bathroom and was so petrified that I laid in bed until the pressure was unbearable. Of course, it was just pee, but I was freaked out.
I didn't go back to sleep after that one. I just laid in bed and hope that morning would come soon so that I would have a reason to be awake. Thank God, the night is over.
On another annoying note, I'd like to grab my cervix by its scrawny little neck and beat the ever living daylights out of it. It hurts like hell. I mean, hurts. Labor is one thing- there is a reason and it is a good one. Cervical pain- no... not good and no good reason, except to try and convince me that the stitch is pulling out. You wont win, nasty little cervix! I'm not listening! You can pull and hurt all you want, but I refuse to think you are going to win! (Call the guys in the white coats... she's talking to her cervix... again...)
My abdomen is also experiencing the joys of round ligament pain. I didn't have too much of this until now, but we are in full swing of it at present. Even though I've only gained 11 pounds with this pregnancy, based on the pictures of myself, I look like I've gained at least double that (at least!). Not that I mind one iota! I was a little heavy (okay, maybe more than "a little" but who is counting at this point...) so Dr B said that assuming a healthy diet, he didnt expect me to gain a ton of weight. And, for the most part, he's been right. Which is good for them and good for me too. (Although I cant help but wonder if this is just a tip of the iceberg and I really will be one of those women who gains 70 pounds or something).
So here we are... the unchartered territory of pregnancy... and counting down the 8 days until our next ultrasound so I can quell my nerves that they are okay and that the stitch is still giving me 2.8cm of closed cervix.