I had the oddest dream on Saturday night. One of those that really stays with you afterwards.
I dreamt I was pregnant. In the dream I recon I was about 3-4 months pregnant. And I was sitting contemplating our miracle on the way and kept thinking, but how did this happen. Chris has no sperm, how did I get pregnant? And then the realisation dawned on me, I wasn’t pregnant at all.
And in my dream I cried and cried at the loss of the pregnancy that never was.
Oddly when I woke up I wasn’t sad at all.
I guess my subconscious is trying to make peace with the fact that I will never be pregnant again.