Those who know me know that I have dreams that have a tendancy to come true.
I had a dream about my close friend (the one who I posted about here a while back) that she was pregnant and that she had just found out she was having a little boy. I told her the next day over coffee that I dreamt she was pregnant and she told me that was not possible as she and her husband were not trying… Six weeks later she told me that she was seven weeks pregnant. She went on to birth her son 35 weeks later (he was 2 weeks overdue). I then had a dream about another friend of mine who was going through IVF (she has no tubes) and I dreamt that she was pregnant with twins and I kept on “seeing” her with a pigeon pair. I was severely disappointed when her first IVF came back negative but two months later with her second IVF she got a positive beta and was pregnant with twins! I got the pigeon pair wrong though as she ended up with twin daughters… I then dreamt again of my friend who had her son and dreamt that she was pregnant with a daughter. At twelve weeks pregnant she called me to say that she was expecting again and that the gynae told her she thought it was a girl… I’ve got a good trend going here don’t I?
The thing is that I’ve never dreamt of myself being pregnant – ever. Not once in our over four year journey have I ever dreamt that I will be pregnant. I’ve hoped, prayed, undergone treatment after treatment but have never dreamt of myself as pregnant. I’ve often irrationally thought that because I’ve never dreamed it for myself that it would not happen for me… until last night.
Last night I had a really weird dream. I dreamt that I was in hospital for some reason and that the doctors were treating me with antibiotics and I had drips hooked up and everything and my uterus was really sore… no-one could figure out what was wrong with me… everyone was looking really worried… then all of a sudden someone asked if I could be pregnant? I laughed in their face and said me? pregnant? no way! But then someone slathered gel all over my belly and used the dildo cam (why on earth would they slather jelly on my belly if they used the dildo cam I have no cooking clue, but anyways I digress) and there was a beautiful baby in my tummy… they declared me 6 weeks 5 days along (also weird cos the baby inside was not a blob but had the classic side view profile shot going down) and I cried and cried and cried… and then I woke up.
I’m thinking that this is just a little weird right? It seems that as much as I say I am on a ttc break and that I am focusing on not being the infertile couple that my subconscious is still focused on us having that baby…
It will be interesting to see if my dream of my baby is prophetic or not… I’m hoping it is – all of it except the being in hospital undiagnosed that is… 😉