I had a crapton of "vivid dreams" as they are called, this last 2ww, and here I sit at CD1. I def think that our dreaming goes a bit wonky when we are subconsciously thinking of anything, and this is such a huge energy-sucking experience sometimes, it gets us even in sleep! No escape! Ahhh!
If I wasn't testing I would swear I was pg. Vivid dreams were one of my main "pregnancy symptoms" with my daughter and I have had some doozies lately. Not to mention random nausea (which I've never felt in the past), decreased energy and irritability. But that's another topic, haha.
Post by thatgirl2478 on Oct 9, 2012 13:02:37 GMT -5
The January before I got pregnant with my daughter I had a dream that I gave birth to a girl on my MIL's birthday (2/9). In May I got pg with a due date of 1/29. On Friday 2/4 I was a week over due and my Dr said he'd induce on that Tuesday 2/8. He came back in the room stating that 2/8 was overbooked with inductions (they only book so many per day to leave room for those who go naturally) so we were scheduled for 2/9. My DD was born at 8:38 on 2/9. My MIL had passed away 4 years earlier, but we know she would have been so happy to share her birthday!
I always have super crazy dreams, so I don't think it's possible for them to get "worse," but I was definitely having some on-topic dreams leading up to my BFN last week. The night before I tested I must've had 5 completely different dream scenarios of POAS, all of which were completely implausible.. Like me and my mom locked in the bathroom of a Victorian mansion while waiting for the test to turn, and I was trying to figure out why someone pooped in the wash-basin next to the bucket of water that the servants had brought up for us.
I always have super crazy dreams, so I don't think it's possible for them to get "worse," but I was definitely having some on-topic dreams leading up to my BFN last week. The night before I tested I must've had 5 completely different dream scenarios of POAS, all of which were completely implausible.. Like me and my mom locked in the bathroom of a Victorian mansion while waiting for the test to turn, and I was trying to figure out why someone pooped in the wash-basin next to the bucket of water that the servants had brought up for us.