Monday, May 30, 2011


My husband woke up this morning and told me he had a bad dream. I braced myself... that man has the weirdest dreams. Yesterday he had a dream involving us at a water park, and a bomb, and then later he was in a cardboard box and I think he got mugged? One time he dreamed he was in an 8-bit game riding a bear. Just the absolute weirdest stuff.

So I braced myself for something weird, and asked what it was about. "We were at a party. And you came up to me and said you just had another miscarriage."


I guess that's not so weird. He's heard me say those words often enough in real life, and with everything going on... well, even I haven't been exempt from those dreams. I feel bad though, it's one thing when it invades my subconscious, but this is the first time I've ever heard of it invading his too. I guess it just goes to show how this is affecting him too, despite his strong nonplussed exterior.

We just held each other for a minute, and then I said, "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen this time."

We go back tomorrow morning for another ultrasound... I hope very much that the baby is still okay, and that the clot is starting to dissolve.


Kristin said...

Praying and keeping my fingers crossed. Hell, I'd even throw in a naked rain dance (for luck) if the weather cooperated. {{{Hugs}}}

Keiko said...

Thinking of you and hoping for the best this morning *hug*