Pregnant

I had another strange dream last night. I dreamed that I had all of the symptoms of that one-week-out-of-every-month curse, but didn't actually have it start. And then I found a spare pregnancy test left-over from before Cameron was born. I knew it wasn't possible for me to be pregnant, but I took the test anyway and it came out positive!

So then I started thinking about all of the implications if that turned out to be true. I wondered how I would cope with an EIGHTH baby! And I really worried about how I was going to break the news to my husband.

Fortunately, I woke up before the dream went any further!

I have absolutely no idea what brought this dream on.

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Distressed Baby In Utero

I still have over 13 weeks to go, but I am so worried about going past my due date and having to be induced again and having to argue for it because they are always too busy to do the induction that I actually had a nightmare about it last night!

I had a dream that I was in the hospital and I was already a week past my due date by my dates (so it was Nov. 28th), and as usual my body was doing nothing and I could sense that the baby was in distress. But they refused to induce me because they wanted to push my dates back to Dec. 3rd, and because they already had scheduled three inductions for the day and never go over. And they refused to even bother to check on the baby to see if my feeling about him being in distress was a valid one.

Nightmare About My Baby Dying

I woke up from one of the worst nightmares last night! In fact, it was so bad that I woke up because I was crying out loud.

I dreamed that I gave birth to the baby in a hospital that was haunted. The hauntings didn't seem very sinister, just helpful. One of the ghosts was a midwife who had passed away a few years ago - that kind of haunting.

Anyway, I started to have really bad back pain (this part of the dream was because my back really was hurting), so I left the baby with a midwife and went to find the doctor to see if she could prescribe anything for the pain. I found the doctor but she was busy and made me wait.

After what seemed like a long time of waiting, things started happening around me. First, the temperature dropped and it got very cold. Then a window nearby opened on its own. I started to get a very bad feeling about my baby and started running back to check on her. Just as I started running, windows started shattering everywhere and I knew the ghosts were warning me.

All the doctors in the hospital were watching a performance, and I had to drag one of them to come with me. They thought I was crazy and weren't believing me that my baby was in trouble. I got almost back to my room, when the ghost midwife stopped me shaking her head sadly, letting me know that my baby had died. I started screaming "No, no, no!" and that's what woke me up.

Apparently, Robert was having trouble sleeping last night and had gone downstairs. He popped back upstairs to ask me if that was Isabella he heard crying. I had to tell him it was me, because I had just had a really bad nightmare. He agreed it must have been really bad.