What a difference a night makes.

I got a good night sleep last night. almost 8 full hours. it was fab and I feel very refreshed this morning, and very ready for my fun weekend. I do, however, have one complaint.
Could I please stop dreaming about babies?
A few nights ago I had a dream in which a friend's adopted daughter fell down a hill into a wall. Lovely. A dream about smashed babies. It was really strange. There is absolutely no reason for me to be dreaming about these people, or their possible children in the future. But last night was worse...
I was very, very pregnant. Like, 6 months. And I didn't know until right before we went to the doctors office. And 1/4 of me was really excited, but the rest of me was really anxious and upset and scared and worried. So the doctor takes me back. and I'm laying on this bed, the same bed in fact, that I get my eyebrows waxed on in the salon. and he's checking me out. He looks at me and says "Are you ready?" and reaches inside of me and pulls out this tiny baby, and the baby looks dead. So I start to freak out and he reassures me that this is how they check babies now before they're born. The baby isn't dead, it just isn't alive yet because the abortionists are right- babies aren't alive until they're born. Fucking Weird. Then he tells me....that he has to put the baby back. and I remember laying there with my eyes closed and the same feeling that you get when they are about to wax a really sensitive part of you. Like "ohmygodthisisgoingtohurtsomuch" thought. So strange. When I woke up I was hysterical and I literally had to talk myself down and say to myself "there's no way you're pregnant, there is absolutely no way you're pregnant and even if you were they would never pull out a un-living slimy baby and then put it back."

Not a dream that's easily forgotten.