I had a dream this morning that I woke up and was having bloody show. I was so excited, I got up, called my MW, was cleaning the house (all in my dream of course). Then I woke up for real, and of course I am not in labor, have no signs of labor, and probably no chance of going into labor for a week at least. *sigh*
That was a mean thing for my brain to do, wasn't it?
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That was a mean thing for my brain to do, wasn't it?
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:. The birth itself was not in the dream at all, just afterwards seeing my stitches. I think it stemmed from my mom freaking out that nothing is happening yet and asking if the baby was ok or if they would induce if it got too late or if the baby got too big.
