September 26, 2011
Spotting? Yeah, I got it.
But it's not over til AF sings (or so they say). (Even though I'm sure she'll be practically operatic by the end of the week.)
Last night, or very early this morning - it's difficult to know for sure - somewhere before the time my child woke up crying his head off about it still being "gark" outside and asking me to turn the "wight on" in the windows. . .
In the darkness and comfort of sleep before all that, I had a dream. I was in the hospital ready to give birth. My baby bump was tiny. Like tiny. So tiny that my poor large baby was out of room and I could see him or her moving against my skin. And it hurt a lot. Like A LOT. So, using my hands, I pushed him or her back down into the paunchy part of my belly.
And then?
I woke up.
What does it all mean?
~Nichole
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