double d

Dear Jillian…

Two nights ago, I woke up at 3:30 AM with a heavy urge to flee to the bathroom. My little bladder can hardly make it through the night anymore without emptying 1-2 times in the wee morning hours. Usually, I’m a bit piqued and peeved because these nightly bathroom stops make it difficult to fall back asleep. This time, I could not have been happier to wake up.

I experienced the Double D. Yes, I had a Dream, but about what?

Destiny?
Demolition?
Death?

No, I had a Dream about Divorce. Duh duh dum…

In this dreadful dream, daddy wanted to divorce me. I can’t recollect the minutiae of this personal nightmare, but I remember feeling absolutely devastated. In dream world, I still had custody of you, but my thoughts started drowning in the overwhelming notion of raising you on my own with another baby on the way. Trust me. I’ve had a lot of ugly dreams, but this one was the Wicked Witch of Dreamland.

When daddy awoke, I told him of this dream. I quickly realized the fictitious nature of my sad, little reverie. Daddy isn’t going anywhere. We are in this life together for the long run.

Now, as I’ve written this, I’m wondering why I did so. I suppose I just want you to understand that dreams can be a natural part of one’s sleep cycle. Sometimes, dreams are positively amazing, and you’re crushed once you realize what’s happened is simply false. Or dreams are horribly scary. You can’t wait for the moment when a bathroom break or alarm clock jolts you awake. Just ask daddy! He has, what I call, "night terrors". He actually hollers when trapped in a bad dream, and a gentle nudge from yours truly usually does the trick. ;)

And if ever I hear you howling from a daunting dream, I’ll rescue you, too.

Love,
Mama