I had the weirdest dream last night! I'm pretty sure it has something to do with all the stress I'm feeling about selling our house and throwing down the cold hard cash for a pretty new house, but let's take a look and let me know what you think.
First of all, I dreamed that I was pregnant.
Now, before I continue, let's all take a moment to BITE YOUR TONGUE! Not gonna happen. Better not happen or I'm suing my OB/Gyn. Moving on...
As if dreaming I was pregnant wasn't horrifying enough, I dreamed that I was 8 months pregnant before I found out. I was my same size, no belly, and hadn't gained an ounce, but there I was, 4 weeks away from birthing a human. (And in case you're wondering, I don't watch the show I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant.)
Would you like to know the first thing that came to my mind (in my dream) when I found out? All my blogging friends are going to be so mad at me for not posting belly pics! Yes, this is what I worried about.
Then my water broke. I was in the waiting room of the hospital, but they wouldn't give me a room. After waiting for 2 hours, I complained. They still didn't give me a room.
I never birthed the child in my dream. What does it all mean?