Thirteen weeks and dreaming of triplets

Last night I dreamed that I gave birth to triplets. Three identical girl children. The dream was set the day after they were born, and surprisingly I don’t seem to have been too shocked. I named them – temporarily – One, Two, and Three. Just until I could come up with appropriate names, so I could remember which ones I’d fed.

Amazingly, one of them (number One) could already walk. Two could almost walk as well – she could stand up anyway – but Three was no where near. In my dream I thought that was pretty surprising. When I woke up, I realised that they also looked like they were about a year or maybe 18 months old, but that didn’t strike me as odd at all in my dream. Although I do remember thinking that as they were so big – especially One and Two – maybe I could feel them solids straight away, and One did seem to take to yoghurt quite well.

In other news, I am now 13 weeks (and two day) along. And I had three days this week when I didn’t feel too bad. Monday was dreadul, but the next three days more than made up for it. Today is back to normal – nauseous, but bearable. Last weekend I tried some of those travel sickness acupressure wrist bands, but they didn’t seem to help. After Monday I gave them up as a lost cause.

Up to now I’ve had my usual first trimester mild depression going one, wondering why on earth we are doing this to ourselves. But just today I am starting to feel good about it again. I definitely look pregnant now, and I guess feeling a bit better this week doesn’t hurt either. So I’m starting – just starting mind you – to feel again the magic of pregnancy; of the idea of having a baby growing in my womb, and of next year adding that baby to our family. It’s still a daunting concept – and I am praying the dream doesn’t prove in anyway prophetic! But I am feeling happy about it all again, at least today. And that does feel rather good.

Bad dreams and blood tests

The night before last I dreamed I had a miscarriage. It was quite graphic – went to the loo and there was a little bit of pink on the toilet paper, but within seconds it progressed to large clots coming out.

In the dream I went and lay down on my bed and spent half an hour trying to get through to my GP. Finally got the receptionist on the phone and practically yelled at her (not my usual style) that I had to talk to my doctor NOW.

I suspect the dream was brought on by me saying to Chris earlier in the day that now that I’m eleven weeks pregnant (which I was on that day) I am suddenly feeling more confident. I mean, I thought I was already pretty confident, but somehow, realising I was just one week off 12 weeks, made quite a difference. But shortly after that I read in an online forum about someone having a miscarriage at 10 weeks, and someone else who had (in the past) had a missed miscarriage at eleven weeks. Now, I knew this could happen, of course, but reading about it right then I guess sapped some of that newfound confidence.

When I woke up, it took me a moment to realise that it was just a dream, and I was still pregnant.

In other news, I finally had the usual blood tests last week, at 10 weeks and 1 day, and all was good – including good HCG and progesterone levels. Which, of course, is also reassuring.

Edited to add: PS Am still feeling nauseous all day long and suffering reflux, but it *may* be slightly less awful than it was two weeks ago.