One of my best friends messaged me yesterday.
"Had a dream that you were pregnant with a little girl and then all of a sudden she was about 4 and so smart, and beautiful...her name was Lynnea (lynn-A-ah). She looked so much more like you, but she did have his "I'm-being-sneaky-and-cute-so-if-I-do-something-bad-you-know-you-will-forgive-me" smile (that little corner of the mouth half-smile thing he does)."
I almost started crying. And of course last night I had to dream I was pregnant too. I dreamt of finally seeing that second pink line and feeling completely taken off guard because I was so certain the cycle had been a bust. I remember wondering what I was supposed to do next and asked if I should get a beta test done. I was so happy in that dream and so crushed when I woke up.
It reminded me of a dream I had a few months ago before we ended our TTC break. It was simply of a little girl in my arms, sleeping and so beautiful. She was perfect. I want her (or a him!) so badly.
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