So it's started.... I've begun dreaming of babies.

Earlier this week, before my doctor's appointment when I was worried about whether my baby was okay or not, I had a dream where I had a baby girl who was about 4 months old. In my dream, she was crying, and someone was going to take her away from me because I hadn't loved her enough. (This really came directly from my fears, when I was worried that I would have a miscarriage because I hadn't actively 'loved', as in sent loving positive vibes to, my baby). Then I was holding the baby girl in a pink blanket, and I started sinking in some quicksand (and this element came from a skit in the previous weekend's "Prairie Home Companion" on NPR).

Last night I dreamt I gave birth to a baby boy. The birth was very quick and entirely painless (hahaha, I know), and the baby was very cute. I could feel his heartbeat very strongly when I put my hand on his chest (and I think I could hear it too), and the nurse or whoever put him into some sort of odd clear plastic bubble that had a hole for breathing. Somewhere along the line, he got turned around so that his mouth wasn't at the hole, but instead he was getting suffocated because he was squished into the other side of the bubble where there was no hole, and he started dying. He no longer had a heartbeat. However, someone was able to revive him and I could feel the heartbeat again. I hope this is purely sprung from fear and not my body giving me signals of what is happening to my real baby in utero....