The Daily Hailey

If you’ve ever heard that women sometimes get extra crazy dreams when they’re pregnant, they are telling the truth! Its a very real thing. When I was pregnant with Dekker, I had regular dreams of misplacing my baby after it was born and having no one seem to think it was an issue. No one would help me locate my baby! They were awful. I haven’t had a lot of extreme dreams yet this time around, but I sure did last night. The first thing I wanted to do when I woke up was write it out a bit. Luckily, some dreams get a little foggy once they’ve been gone for a little while, but I’ll give you the gist.

First of all, in real life, I woke up at 6:45am to someone driving away and honking a little song with their car horn. Thanks. I was kind of miffed, but tried pretty hard to go back to sleep. It took a little time, but it was as soon as I fell back to sleep that the dreams started. My first one, I don’t remember why, but someone was really talking down to my mom. I walked in on her balled up underneath a table, crying, while someone was just laying into her. I immediately jumped in to back her up, but was ‘corrected’ by the person yelling, who just yelled more at my mom to control her daughter. Instead, I sat beside her and bawled while this person kept yelling. Even in the dream, I was thinking “Wake up! Wake up!” And couldn’t. It was really awful. I hate feeling so helpless.

Then I think I lulled awake a little bit, just enough to know I had a really weird, crampy stomach ache, and fell back to sleep into a different dream. This one had a lot more people involved. Some current friends and family, friends from years ago, high school teachers, everyone. We were in some kind of situation that looked like maybe we had all stayed the weekend somewhere and were trying to pack up and be organized. Somehow, I ended up with this graph/list I was supposed to fill in about what was where and when. I tried so hard to make it really clear and perfect, but the boxes and spaces were so tiny that no matter how hard I tried, I would get mixed up and start writing things in the wrong boxes and basically just mess the whole thing up. It became one of those situations that happens in real life sometimes where everyone is looking over your shoulder and telling you what to do and throwing out ideas, to the point where there is really no hope in ever getting it done. Doesn’t that make everything so much worse?! Am I the only person that knows that! Anyway, I was forced over and over to erase it all and start again. But then I’d need to write more info than what would fit in the box, and someone would say “Just draw a line and write it somewhere else on the page” but that would get all tangled with everything else and it was just sooooo frustrating! Everyone was getting really mad because we apparently couldn’t leave until I got this right. Like a child learning a lesson. I finally left the room for a minute and found someone to plead with to help me finish. And she said something like “Well, it doesn’t have to be messy. Just draw a line!” Grrrrr!!! It was infuriating and I couldn’t wake up from it! The packing and listing had begun in what seemed to be the afternoon, and during all the hustle and bustle, I saw a clock that said 11pm.

The dream was never resolved. I woke up  sweaty and crying, and to that awful crampy stomach ache again, and this time made sure I stayed awake. What makes this morning even more scary is that I’m pretty sure those weird crampy stomach aches I had between those dreams and for a little while after were braxton hicks contractions. It is much to early for those.

I feel nervous and tired today. Not an ideal morning at all.