Pregnancy Dreams

Sooo, I always hear about people having freak-o dreams while they prego, like the baby going all Alien and busting out their stomachs, or birthing monkeys or whatever. I never really had one extreme like that, the closest being my cousins 1yr old trying to choke me out in my slip. Now last night was something special.

I blame this dream on nights filled with longer hours(winter),which cause for more t.v plus my very over active imagination. Not to long ago I watched this show on TV One called “The Will To live” and on this episode this lady was pregnant right, and was basically kidnapped by this woman who wanted to take her baby from her. She seriously sliced threw her stomach, to her uterus and had plans on taking this women’s baby out of her. Crazy stuff man.

So in the dream I go to my Dr’s appointment for my normal 3 week checkup. They take me and my Mommy (yes I still call her Mommy) to the room and leave us there for hours, so long that we end up falling asleep in there and I find my self in a whole other dream about..idk what, all I remember is Santa Clause in a pink outfit, but any way the Dr. comes and wakes us up so we can hear the babies heart beat, which WE DONT HEAR!

So the lady panics and is like “lets try to find him on the sonogram.” So she does the hooking up, the jelly crap and all that and is the baby on the screen? No. So Im like wtf. before I got hear, I was carrying a baby. So the lady goes on inspecting my stomach and points out this huge scar on it and she runs out talking about she’s gonna get the doctor. the doctor comes in and inspects the scar then presses this alarm, talking about I’m a victim of something that starts with a P. So Im like what does that mean? And she’s goes on basically saying that while I was sleep, someone came in the room, cut me open and took my son. I was seriously heartbroken, I was crying so hard in that dream, I woke up crying.

This is when I go nutts trying to figure out the hidden meaning in the dream, but since I watched that show, and I already think that people want to steal my son, I’ll blame it on my imagination plus pregnancy…and eating hella late