Normally my dreams are weird. And unreal. And disturbing. And strange. And nothing like real life.
Normally when I wake up crying it's because I'm a sissy and scary dreams freak me out. Or because something sad happened and I wasn't finished crying when I fell asleep.
Normally when I dream of my Baby I dream that he comes out and he's a girl. Or that he's sticking his foot out of my belly. Or that we accidentally named him Poindexter.
Today wasn't normal. This morning I dreamt a totally normal dream of Baby Thomas.
And when I woke up I cried because I thought it was real. When he wasn't there with me my heart hurt because I wanted him back. He had a beautiful smile and an even more beautiful laugh. And he was perfect and he loved me as much as I love him.
I tried to go back to sleep to continue my dream, but I couldn't. And I didn't.
So I suppose I'll have to wait until he's ready to come and be mine and smile and laugh and be perfect in my arms - only next time it'll be in real life.
He'll be here before you know it. :)
ReplyDeleteI had a dream our baby was blonde. I was like, "Weird!" It's totally possible since Andrew's blonde...but my family is all highly pigmented. Or at least moderately pigmented. :)
ReplyDeleteAnyway, your counter is in the 30s! You're almost there. Woo-hoo!
Aww...you're going to make me cry! I always have horrible, crazy dreams too. I'm glad you finally had a good one. He's almost here, Amy. Can you believe it?
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