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For the past two nights, I've had some doozies. Now- granted- I've been having extraordinarily vivid dreams since I was a little kid (they used to be nightmares, but now that I've "grown up" and kinda had FEAR redefined...the dreams just seem harmlessly freaky in retrospect. Although the recurring one I've had about someone screaming at me in train tunnel- since I was four- still qualifies). But these are pretty nitro.
Two nights ago, I had what seemed like an eighteen hour-long dream wherein P.J. left me. Rather rudely. He passed me off to a friend, telling him what I liked and didn't like, habits, food preferences...and oh- how I was seven months pregnant. (Why the friend didn't know this seriously leads me to doubt the magnitude of their friendship.) And did I mention that this leaving took place in a hospital cafeteria? Not even a decent one, like at Prentice.
And why was he leaving me, you might ask? He needed to go study abroad, obviously. His theatre career needed...something...and he had to make a clean break. Sure. He explained this to me on our walk from the cafeteria to the Loews Cineplex where he forced me to sit in the front row and watch Scream 2. Firstly: I hate horror movies. He knows this. Secondly: Scream 2? Thirdly: That movie is not even showing anywhere right now. I have checked.
The next night's dream took place in the delivery room where I was undergoing a c-section. They were mighty casual about it, even letting me walk around during the surgery. (Medical advancements are CRAZY these days, people.) I even got to hold Nora. Which is less What A Treat these days and more Typical. Do I Have To Do Everything? Anyhow, had the kid. And this conversation went down: "Mrs. Schoeny, how big was Nora?" "Six pounds, fifteen ounces." "This one's a little bigger." "It would be hard not to be. How much bigger?" "He's twenty pounds."
That wouldn't have bothered me as much if not for the fact that they went on to tell me that they had nicked at least five major organs (and perhaps a few minor ones) and unless they gave me another spinal I'd probably bleed out. But since I was still holding Nora (typical!), I had already lost track of my son. Whom they had- obviously- placed on the ground. We found him crawling around and stuck under a chair, which I'm told is normal for toddler-sized newborns.
It was, however, pretty cool to have two same-sized children, even if one was a full two years older.
And yeah, it's pretty obvious what these pregnancy dreams say about my fears: my movie-going taste is deemed inadequate by my husband and I would ignore a fat child.
Obviously.
It might be time to curtail the late-night snackin'.
But I think we all know I'm not one for rash decisions like that.
4 comments:
I feel your pain. I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I had the baby and then forgot to feed or change him for, oh, a good day or two while Josh and I wandered around exploring the hospital and doing our own thing. Oh and, the baby could talk, and he was pretty pissed.
and some day you can collect stories of dreams from a lot of pregos and put them in a short story book. Most every woman would nod and the others would smile. Your baby will be great as will NJ. PJ is not going anywhere, especially in this hot weather.
Put your feet up, drink iced tea and relax (when NJ naps).
Pregnant or not, I always have crazy dreams it seems. Very detailed, epic stories of drama and loss and relocation and new beginnings. I tell ya. I often tell my husband that I live another life at night. I have different homes that I return to too. Ok. I sound crazy and I'll stop now.
You gals all make me feel so very normal. By association, I mean. Not by comparison.
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