I dreamt of my labor last night. And as dreams go, it was not accurate, but it felt so real. I was outside for most of it. The person helping me was a doctor I had never met. And of course, as in most dreams, I didn't feel any pain (ha!).
I felt the baby moving, turning, descending. I loved pushing. And in the end I had a baby. A baby. I held that baby in my arms and I felt complete.
When I woke up this morning, the last wisps of the dream fading away, I was fully disappointed to find that there wasn't a baby to hold in my arms. Not yet anyway.
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