Sleeping with a Sleep-Talker

So I’ve never really experienced a whole lot of sleep talking before.. that I know of anyway. Since Brian and I moved in together I’ve noticed his sleep talking habit. Every other night he will do something, whether it’s making some kind of face and shaking his head as if to say You’re so dumb.. or a hand gesture, or a full on conversation.

Let me just say I think this is one of the most hilarious things in the history of hilarious things. I have lots of stories about Brian sleep talking and apparently have started to do it myself, too! Maybe I always have? Weird!

Hilarious as it is, this morning was definitely not.

We had laid down to go to sleep around 3:30am or so and I was TIRED. So was Brian. I knew it was going to be a wonderful sleep (when isn’t sleep wonderful?). So I’m dreaming away, off in another world where apparently Glenn Danzig, Jerry Only and I are friends and like to discuss pregnancy. It’s a nice world when young Glenn Danzig is involved. Let me show you.

Boom, you’re welcome.

So I was off in this dreamland discussing my pregnancy with punk masters when I was atrociously awakened. Brian was leaning up on his elbow, eyes wide open, looking at me and saying my name until I woke up enough to respond to him. He said, “Something’s wrong.”

So I was of course wide awake and thinking something is actually wrong. “What? What’s wrong?!” I ask. He just repeats himself, so I ask, “With who?”

He looks right at me and then points to the space of bed in between us, looks down at it and says, “I don’t know but this pop can-” I could have killed him, I really could have. “Something needs to be done about it.”

“Are you actually awake?”

“Yes, and something needs to be done about this.”

When you’re late in pregnancy, you know that when your belly is big enough it’s really hard to get comfortable enough to sleep and stay asleep in bed. Along with that (I don’t know about everyone else) lately either I’m getting lots and lots of awesome sleep and could sleep through WWIII or I’m easily awakened, can’t get back to sleep and rely on naps throughout the day to stay awake until I can really have a good sleep that night. This morning was of course a hard time getting back to sleep.

So after he said this ridiculousness, I debated on shaking him awake. You don’t just wake up a pregnant lady! And this was a new thing, before this morning he had never actually awoken me in his sleep! I have to admit now that’s pretty impressive. BUT STILL.

I ended up letting him lay back down and get back to sleep-sleep since he had to be at work earlier than usual today.

Sorry young Glenn and Glenn’s abs and flowing locks. Perhaps in another dream we can casually discuss pregnancy with Jerry. 😦


She’s A Dreamer

So, I more often than not have a dream when I sleep. Whether it’s during the night or during a nap, I’m probably going to dream. I remember most of them, but some I’ll forget and only remember when something triggers the memory. I dream about all kinds of things all the time, but 70% of the time my dreams are based in an old house that I grew up in that we moved out of about 6 years ago.

For the past year, I have had countless dreams about either being pregnant or having little girl with long, curly, blonde hair. I’ve dreamed about her calling me mommy, about holding her hand, and feeling her soft, sweet skin. Every time I would wake up saddened, wishing it were real. My maternal instincts have been much stronger for the past year or so, and I’m not really sure why.

Today I woke up from a dream that I had the baby, and it was a little boy! I believe this is the first time I’ve dreamed about having a baby boy… maybe the second, but I’m not totally sure. But the best part about this dream was that when I went to pick him up, he looked right into my eyes, and when I held him, he laid his head right down on my shoulder like I’ve always wanted a baby to do. His skin was so, so soft and it was so realistic.

I don’t know how I’m going to wait these coming months to be able to hold my baby. I know I say I want a girl, but obviously it really doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t love him less if he were a boy. I just want to hold my baby and give all of my love to him or her, knowing they’re going to grow up and I’m going to be the most wonderful thing they know, at least for a little while.

I may not be ready for a baby, and who really is ready for there first one, but I know I can love my baby when he/she gets here and I have all the support I need to learn how to be ready for him/her. So I’m not afraid! I can’t wait!