I woke up in bed while my water was breaking and tried to run to the bathroom in an attempt to control it (nesting mode), trying not to panic too much. Bryan had left for work 2½ hours ago just before 6 a.m. and it’s weird how alone and isolated you feel. Then I realised I needed to call him to get home right away.
Just as I was about to grab the phone, I half woke up, made sure I was definitely okay and went back to sleep.
I hate vivid dreams.
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