I had the boringest dream ever last night. I never thought I would long for the bizarre and obscure pregnancy dreams again.
I let Riley out for a pee. She came back in. Our sliding glass door has to be partially pushed down so it will latch and close to lock properly. So I did that in my dream. I push down, close, but no latch or lock. I re-open push down, close and still no latch. Again, push, close, no lock. I do it a dozen times. The dream ends. I wake up annoyed with a pounding headache.
Match that against a dream I had in the week before Kaya arrived. I found this in my journal the other day:
I dreamt that my mucous plug came out. I am confused and unsure so I go running to Bal. “I think my mucous plug came out!” I cry.
“Gross.” Bal retorts.
“I think so anyways. I’m not sure though!” I say all panicky.
“It may be my mucous plug but it also may be smoked salmon!”
I awake. Ummm… Okay then.