Last night I had my first dream about the symbiot... well, more specifically, the symbiot's birth.
In my dream, we were having a boy. The details are shaky for how and when we got to the hospital, but we did, and I was forced into having a c-section. And then I was out cold for hours and hours during the surgery. When I came to I was already home, and everyone had seen the baby but me. I don't really remember what he looked like, but he was HUGE and pudgey. In the dream I was so upset that I couldn't remember the last few hours, or days even, and that that I was the last person to meet the little creature I'd been carrying for 9 months.
Looking back on the dream, it's quite distressing. While I'm hoping for a natural birth, if for some reason an emergency c-section is needed I'll be OK with that. Whatever it takes to get the baby out healthy. My sadness just felt so real when I woke up...
I blame the Astros' abysmal performance last night for the funky dream. Or maybe it was the abysmal amount of Blue Bell I had for dessert. Either way, it was not fun.
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