I officially hate my subconscious.
Not only did I wake up in the middle of the night feeling sick, I thought to myself “Oh, I felt like this when I was pregnant.” Not that I might have food poisoning or something normal like that, no. I had to leap to the most unlikely conclusion. Of course i’m not pregnant; there is no possibility that I am pregnant, but the thought obviously embedded itself, so that when I went back to sleep, I had one of those dreams.
Not a rude dream, but a dream where things are how you desperately want them to be. I dreamt that I had a son, a gorgeous little newborn baby. I even dreamt about changing his nappy. Oh God, I really want one.
*tries to focus on reality*