Mad as in crazy, not angry.
People kept talking about how I was going to have the craziest pregnancy dreams because I'm such a crazy dreamer normally but that never came to pass. If anything my pregnancy dreams were tamer than my normal dreaming. My new mom dreams however are off the charts. If it's not completely bizarre dreams (ex- a shape-shifting demon took the visage of Joe and tried to steal Zander as I watched on the monitor) then it is a disturbingly realistic waking experience during which I struggle to distinguish dream vs reality. The most common occurrence, which happened again last night, it me thinking my pillow is Zander. I pick it up and get confused as to why Z is so squishy. Then, as Z continues to cry, I realize this is my pillow! Z must be somewhere in the bed! so I start fumbling around, getting really worried now that he was buried under so many blankets! All the while, my son is safely in his crib probably wondering what is taking that mom lady so long with his bottle?!
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