One of the things they mentioned in our birth class today is that the 3rd Trimester is a time when women experience nightmares/weird dreams, as a way of processing fears that they have about motherhood.
Last week, as you know, my dreams involved dead or dying children.
This week, apparently, they involve Jesse being a bad husband. I had one last night where Jesse and I were in a horrible fight. I woke up crying and upset. The icky feeling of us being mad at each other was too much to bear. More than anything, I really really wanted to wake Jesse up and apologize for our bad fight and make things better again. Luckily, I fought this urge, otherwise we might have actually HAD a real fight!
Today, I took a nap around lunchtime. In this hour, I dreamt that Jesse skipped our birth class to go to garage sales. Because that’s soooo like him.
When Jesse woke me up to leave for our class, I said, “I keep having nightmares about you being a complete jerk. You are WAY better in person.”
He replied, “What can I say? Apparently, I’m not the man of your dreams!”