I was pregnant. VERY pregnant. I was days away from my due date. I had no idea what the sex of my baby was, but I was thinking that it was a girl because I wasn't carrying low. I had one of those "Baby Story" stomachs with the random outtie belly button that I normally don't have. I have NO clue who the father was because his name wasn't spoken throughout the entire dream, nor did his face make an appearance. There was no ring on my finger, yet my mother seemed perfectly content with the pregnancy. I was living in a different house, although it was still decorated in a way that screamed "me." I remember visiting my Aunt Lisa, only to find out that my cousin Jill (16 years old) had just recently given birth. I was so upset that a) I didn't know that she was even pregnant and b) she's a teenage mother. I go home upset, and that's when the pain begins. It wasn't labor pain, as it was pain that I was able to endure, but it was an odd sensation that made me beg that I was in labor, thinking maybe it'd go away then. It was almost like the baby was pushing down, trying to break my water. I just breathed deeply and looked around the house. No baby clothes or items anywhere. Were they all in a designated room? I'm not sure. I just focused on breathing.
I woke up.
What the hell?
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