I woke up this morning thinking we had a newborn. Yes, I had a momma dream.
Usually when I have dreams with such strong details it's because I had watch something before bed. But this time it could not have been that. We watched The Walking Dead before bed, and well that is definitely not about newborns.
My dream was so real. It was just craziness. It started with us in the hospital as I was about to deliver. Yup, I was full on pregnant in the hospital about to have a kid!!! I delivered a gorgeous. Like for real beautiful little baby girl. We named her Olivia, love them name. Tony is totally not a fan.
I cried and cried. Tears of joy were streaming down my face. I was so excited we finally were able to have a little one to call our own. Tony was ecstatic. We couldn't contain our excitment.
We brought our little girl home and could not get enough of her cuteness. I didn't want to put her down because I just couldn't believe I was a momma. I had a kid. She was all mine. I watched her sleep. I held her when she was awake. I took a bazillion photos of her. I was in love. Tony was in love.
She was one little spoiled kiddo. She got attention from everyone. She received gifts from everyone. She was totally loved.
Then I woke up.
Just like that. It was over. I wasn't a momma.
But it will happen. One day. In God's timing I will be a momma. As weird as this may sound, this dream gave me a little comfort. It made me realize I need to not dwell on it. Not overthink it. Not to stress because one day. Just one day I will wake up to a newborn. Hold her/him. Squeeze her/him. Love on her/him.