22w, 5d
Been taking it as easy as I can, which was been much simpler over the weekend when DH is here than it was on Friday. Even when my mom is here, I still feel like I am doing most of the things. All the pain I had across the top of my belly is gone and I am fairly certain it was just indigestion. I am still feeling pretty constant pinching in my cervix, but it is better when I am laying down. Not sure I have had any more Braxton Hicks contractions. Sometimes I am just not sure. With these two babies moving around all the time, sometimes they start pushing and tightening up my belly and I can't really tell if it is just babies moving or a contraction.
On to the dream I had a few nights ago. I had a similar dream while adopting DS2. I don't try to find meaning in every dream I have (I have always been a heavy dreamer, it isn't just a pregnancy thing) but sometimes I just know there is more to the dream than weirdness going on in my subconscious. This was one of those dreams.
I was in a three story building (representing the 3 trimesters) that had a huge winding staircase that went up a center concourse area. There was some sort of disaster going on and the only way to get through it was up this treacherous staircase. I did just fine getting up to the second story (second trimester) but then there were issues. The steps were out up to the third floor. There was a big group of people trying to get up to the top floor but we all had to wait. I had to take a number because we could only go one at a time. The rescue workers (doctors?) were inflating a temporary emergency staircase that we were going to have to climb. I was scared and nervous and found myself talking to this guy I knew from grade school who is currently in prison for murder. He put me at ease and helped me relax while I waited for my turn to make a go for the third floor. (Guess I was finding support from unlikely sources.) Finally it was my turn. The temporary stairs I was to climb didn't work very well and it was more like I had to climb up this big squishy rope. There were no harnesses and it was a LONG way down. I just closed my eyes as tight as I could and tried to use every part of my body and every piece of information I ever learned about climbing to move up. I reached the top of the temporary stairs only to realize they didn't reach all the way to the third floor. There were more rescue workers (doctors) above. They lowered down a harness that I had to put on in order to hoist me up. (Still, doing everything I can to help myself, I have to put total faith in the doctors to get me all the way there.) Most importantly, I made it! I was safe and I made it. Then I ran down some stairs in another part of the building to try to escape the building for good and there was chocolate and popcorn waiting as a reward.
So there it is. According to my dream I do make it all the way, or at least pretty darn close. There are going to be hurdles. It is going to take all the strength and knowledge that I have. It is going to be insanely scary. I am going to have to rely on the help of a whole team of people. But I am going to make it. And maybe my subconscious thinks I plan on naming my kids Chocolate and Popcorn.
On to the dream I had a few nights ago. I had a similar dream while adopting DS2. I don't try to find meaning in every dream I have (I have always been a heavy dreamer, it isn't just a pregnancy thing) but sometimes I just know there is more to the dream than weirdness going on in my subconscious. This was one of those dreams.
I was in a three story building (representing the 3 trimesters) that had a huge winding staircase that went up a center concourse area. There was some sort of disaster going on and the only way to get through it was up this treacherous staircase. I did just fine getting up to the second story (second trimester) but then there were issues. The steps were out up to the third floor. There was a big group of people trying to get up to the top floor but we all had to wait. I had to take a number because we could only go one at a time. The rescue workers (doctors?) were inflating a temporary emergency staircase that we were going to have to climb. I was scared and nervous and found myself talking to this guy I knew from grade school who is currently in prison for murder. He put me at ease and helped me relax while I waited for my turn to make a go for the third floor. (Guess I was finding support from unlikely sources.) Finally it was my turn. The temporary stairs I was to climb didn't work very well and it was more like I had to climb up this big squishy rope. There were no harnesses and it was a LONG way down. I just closed my eyes as tight as I could and tried to use every part of my body and every piece of information I ever learned about climbing to move up. I reached the top of the temporary stairs only to realize they didn't reach all the way to the third floor. There were more rescue workers (doctors) above. They lowered down a harness that I had to put on in order to hoist me up. (Still, doing everything I can to help myself, I have to put total faith in the doctors to get me all the way there.) Most importantly, I made it! I was safe and I made it. Then I ran down some stairs in another part of the building to try to escape the building for good and there was chocolate and popcorn waiting as a reward.
So there it is. According to my dream I do make it all the way, or at least pretty darn close. There are going to be hurdles. It is going to take all the strength and knowledge that I have. It is going to be insanely scary. I am going to have to rely on the help of a whole team of people. But I am going to make it. And maybe my subconscious thinks I plan on naming my kids Chocolate and Popcorn.
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