Dreams.

I often, literally, dream about having babies. It's usually that I have just given birth, or I just found out that I'm pregnant, or there's a toddler running around that happens to be mine. They don't usually last for very long, but I always vividly remember them the next day.

I had one last week that was the sweetest dream I've ever had. It was a couple of days after I started this blog, so a couple of days after I decided to hand everything over to God and give up on Clomid. I was holding my new born child (not sure if it was a boy or a girl) and my husband came up and wrapped his arms around the both of us and we just cried. I kept repeating over and over, "I can't believe it finally happened." It broke my heart when I woke up, but it was so sweet that it's stuck with me all week.

I had another one last night. This one was more comical. I had just had a baby girl and was on the way home from the hospital and I said, "Wow, somebody tell Facebook that I just had a baby. I don't think I've mentioned it at all on there." And then I came up with a really awesome way to tell everyone on Facebook of our news.

It sounds sad, but I enjoy these dreams. I generally wake up sad, but it gives me hope, too. And it's a nice change from the other weird dreams I normally have.