A strange dream
Yesterday I had the what might very well be the last appointment with my midwife before D-Day. Despite my utterly preconceived ideas about midwifes and medical staff in general, she was lovely, and assured me I had nothing to worry about in the department of pain relief. Apparently the Dutch medical profession has taken leaps forwards in the last years. She noted in my papers that I have a real fear of pain and easily start hyperventilating in moments I don’t have control of. I drew a sigh of relief and thanked her for her for padding my journey so to speak.
Later in the evening though, I felt very agitated. Reinout promptly withdrew my computer, but that just made it worse. The computer in fact calms me down. Gives me a raison d’être, in times I feel more like a factory than a living, breathing, intelligent woman. Once I was steadily installed with my Mac my nerves calmed down and I could sit out the evening with my feet raised high in a comfortable arm chair.
I slept well, although I had a strange dream involving an old class mate from the 4th grade. We had met up for a rendez vous, in a seedy hotel somewhere in Malmo (I only have experience of one seedy hotel in Malmo – Hotel Pallas….another story that I’m sure I shall get to in due time) and I came there with my dog Cecile. On close scrutiny this resembles yet another experience of mine, also in Malmo….God I was a naughty girl. Anyhow Reinout was nowhere on the horizon, but then again dreams should not be taken literally. Should they?
Reinout made me a lovely breakfast this morning
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Ooohh vem var det du dromde om?????? hihihi
reply to this commentYour Message@Maria:
Haha! I can’t tell!
reply to this commentHello there fraccy sis across the miles! After you found me on twitter, I’ve added you to the fracas blogroll and started reading your blog.
Is this your first pregnancy then? I haven’t read back enough to see if there’s an answer to that question I could’ve found myself. How exciting for you! I’m sure you’ll do fine in labour; you just must go into it believing that!
About the dreams? I’ve explained to one of my children, that dreams are like our mind cleaning out its ‘purse’. It takes all the stuff that’s in there… stuff we’ve sometimes forgotten is in there, and it tries to make it make sense,,, only sometimes the items get organized just a bit oddly.
While I don’t really believe the actual dream is anything to be taken seriously, I do believe in intuition… when one sometimes just “knows” something and has no logical explanation for how we know it; especially when that thing we just knew happens to come true.
I’ll keep a positive thought for you and your labour to be easy and quick.
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reply to this commentThanks Fracas for your positive words and thoughts. It’s in fact my second, but my husbands first. I have a daughter who is almost 11. I really agree with you concerning intuition. The more I find myself back again (which in fact is very much a result of this blog) the stronger my intuition is becoming. I wish I would have trusted it more in the first place. Sx