I've never been one to remember my dreams. Falling dreams are the most common for me, and even then, they rarely happen.
In the last months of my pregnancy I dreamt almost every night. Now, for some reason, my dreams involve explosive poo, incessant crying and the fear that Gauge is lying on my chest while I'm in bed, and I can't move him. Oh, and people (usually older women) telling me I'm a poor mother. 2 of those 4 haunt me during the day too.
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I still like to travel, but just don't get out as much. My normal life is constantly changing, and is suddenly getting more exciting...
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4 comments:
Yikes!! Those sound like quite the dreams. I hope at least that it means you're sleeping at night.
Yeah. It's much better than it was a couple of weeks ago. He usually sleeps about 4 hours before needing to eat again.
I think you'll have to deal with the crying and explosive poo for sometime yet, but I want to reassure you that you are doing such a good job as a mother (and of course
Errol as daddy).
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