Dreams

(Here I go again, neglecting my schoolwork. Maybe I'm just hoping my lesson plans end up writing themselves. A girl can only hope. Besides, writing a new blog post is so much more entertaining.)

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I've been fascinated by the transformation of my dreams since discovering that I was pregnant. They have, of course, been more vivid than ever before, but they have also really clued me in to how I've been feeling about where I'm at in the pregnancy at that moment. After the first positive pregnancy test, and even after the first u/s where we discovered twin sacs, I had endless streams of dreams, night after night, about aliens invading my home or trying to get me while I was hiding out in my home. It was weeks later that a dream interpreter was on the radio station I listen to and I happened to catch her say something about a person that dreamt their house was on fire. The interpreter explained that your home in a dream symbolizes you- your body. And suddenly, it made sense to me. My subconscious was not ready to accept this new reality yet and it was still very much a foreign thing to me to actually be pregnant.

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Once my clothes started to get tighter, we had our second u/s with both twins with healthy heartbeats again, and we started telling more people than just our immediate family- the alien dreams stopped. At that point I started having some dreams about having a big belly and being pregnant. But never any dreams beyond that stage. I started wondering when I would have dreams about my babies and maybe get a clue from them about the genders.

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Yesterday we were finally able to hear the heartbeats. We had seen them on the u/s screen for the past 5 1/2 weeks, but this was the first time we got to hear that amazing sound. And guess what? My dreams changed last night. It was the first time I can remember actually dreaming about babies while being pregnant. Is the end result finally sinking in? Does it seem more real to me now that we've seen and heard them?

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In my dream last night, I dreamt I was holding two very tiny babies, wrapped up together in a tight blanket cocoon. (If you are wondering: one was a girl and one was a boy) In my dream, I was struggling to keep both of them in my arms and supported at the same time. Their tiny heads kept wobbling around and I was so afraid that I was hurting them. I don't think it takes a dream interpreter to figure out what's going on in my mind behind the scenes right now. Now I wonder when I'll start having dreams about labor and c-sections....