I had a horrible, horrible dream last night.
I dreamed that I went in for an ultrasound, and Tim, my dad, my mom, my aunt, and my cousin were all there in the room. The tech came in and checked my stomach, then left. We waited and waited, and all the lights were off in the room, and all of us fell asleep. Finally my dad woke me up and asked when the ultrasound was going to be. I marched out into the waiting area and demanded to know what was taking so long. The tech told me there was something wrong with my baby, and they were going to take him out for awhile and then put him back. I started crying and refused to let them take him. Then they were holding me down and spreading this stuff on my thighs; the nurses told me it was for the defibrillator (WTF did I eat before bed? Geez!) and that I needed to calm down.
I woke up several times during this dream, but every time I went back to sleep, the dream picked up where it left off. That never happens with GOOD dreams.
I think all of this stemmed from the fact that I have an ultrasound on Friday and for some reason, I’m worried. I know it’s unfounded, and I know he’s fine, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Thanks, subconscious, for creating such a nightmare out of my stress! As if I don’t have enough sleepless nights as it is!
Yeah, I’m still not sleeping well. I’m lucky if I get 3 – 4 hours a night, and it’s never good sleep. I’m going to ask my OB about it at my appointment this week (which is also my Glucose screening appointment. Joy.) Hopefully she’ll have some advice for me.