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.
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