Done with Dreaming

Well, the pregnancy dreams have officially kicked in. I have always been an avid dreamer and I remember my dreams all the time. It seems as if The Boy received this trait from me as well. Last night I accosted my poor husband in his sleep. More than once. I am pretty sure I hit him very hard.

This is the second dream I have had where The Boy has become lost. The first dream it happened in the mall. In this dream, I am not sure where we were, but I blamed The Husband for it in the dream, thus the profuse hitting.

I am not sure if these dreams are a result of the fact that Baby #2 is going to be here soon, or what. Is my subconscious trying to tell me that I will feel like I have lost The Boy because I am spending less time with him? Being a working mom, I am not sure how I am going to keep up with two little ones. The Husband says that it will just work itself out, but I do worry about having enough energy to give them all the quality time they need.

So, because of this dream, that is all I have thought about this morning, spending adequate time with my beloved children. When, in reality, my dream last night was more likely a direct result of watching a documentary on HBO before bed about human trafficking in China. The human trafficking is a result of the One Child Policy in China. Why do I watch things like that? The same thing happened after I read the book Middlesex. I kept having dreams that this child would be a hermaphrodite. I really should sensor what I am putting into my brain while my thoughts are so easily swayed.