In my first trimester they could only be called nightmares. They usually ended with me finding out that I had miscarried. But thankfully those have stopped!
Now they are just comical! Like the one a week or so ago where I dreamed that we found out we were having triplets (like one isn't enough...who wants three at once?!). Joey and my mom were both telling me how exciting it was, and, through the whole dream, I was crying. I could not be convinced that having triplets was anything but catastrophic!
But the one that beats them all is the one the other night. Evidently I have some anxiety about breastfeeding, and in my dream I couldn't breastfeed. So I tried to get the baby to take a bottle of any kind but instead my precious baby (in it's future christening gown, no less) refused a bottle because it was eating fritos and bean dip!!!
Now the baby didn't tell me it didn't want a bottle (because OF COURSE babies can't talk!) but it was more telekinetic....ha! And it wasn't fritos scoops; it was the baby ones....of course.
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Yeah, that's our baby! Fritos and bean dip...our snack of choice.
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