No one adequately prepared me for the intensity of pregnancy dreams. I woke bolt upright this morning at 4:58 with the rage of 1,000 suns coursing through my veins. The woman I was yelling at in my dream doesn’t exist, and I seriously has to spend a minute telling myself to calm down and it wasn’t real. Last week I woke up to my heart pounding in my chest from fear, and another time I seriously considered writing down my dream plot because it was sure to be the screenplay for the next blockbuster.
Dreaming: The Pregnancy Edition