Last night I dreamt that Chris and I were in a health food store, and that we managed to knock over a large stand with hundreds of little pamphlets, and we had to scramble around trying to pick each one up. Now I’m glad that my anxiety dreams aren’t always obviously connected to the pregnancy, like giving birth to an alien, or having a doctor with knives for fingers. But couldn’t my weird dreams be just a little more explanatory?
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