After a particularly trying hormonal day yesterday (I must have cried at least 5 times), I went to bed mentally exhausted, and dreamed of my grandma.
So, she died in May (Cinco de Mayo, actually), just before our wedding, and I've been kind of ticked at her that she hasn't come to visit me in my dreams. I mean, I know Heaven is grand and all, but...she couldn't take 30 seconds to stop by and say hello?
She actually did in July or sometime around then. I had a dream she left me a voicemail saying "Happy Birthday!" (my bday is in November), and she was having so much fun, so much to do, she'd be in touch soon.
"Soon" in dead grandma time is apparently January. This from the lady who freaked out if she didn't hear from me every few days when she was alive.
She must have known that I needed her. Because last night's dream was amazing...but definitely one of those bizarre pregnancy dreams.
In a nutshell, my mom and aunt decided they wanted to have lunch with dead grandma, who was in a "Nursing Home for Dead People" type facility. The nurses went and got her out of her casket, and brought her to lunch. She was missing her eyes, and she looked, well, dead, but she was happy, smiling, walking, talking, and even eating! I remember that she wasn't breathing though, which is how I knew she was still dead.
Anyway, I told her I was pregnant, and she grinned wide, and said, "Yes! I already knew that!" and I told her it was a girl. Of course, I don't know this yet, and since all my premonitions have been about girls, we will, of course, have a boy. :o) My mom's reply was, "You don't know that yet!" but grandma just kept smiling at me. Hmmm...maybe it will be a girl?
The best part was my mom asking her if she'd been seeing much of her husband. My grandma's response was, "Actually no! But I have been spending a lot of time catching up with some old high school boyfriends!" Totally random, yes, and after lunch, the nurses put her back in her casket and we told her we'd see her later.
I woke up at 3:30 this morning grinning ear to ear. Loved seeing grandma again.
On a side note, I went to the grocery store tonight and bought some beer for Greg. I felt guilty buying it and reassured the baby I would not be drinking it.
And many thanks to Laura, Mandy & Amanda for listening to me and offering great advice to pull me out of my 10-week, depressed, I-feel-fat-not-pregnant slump. You guys are the BEST.
And thanks big time to my husband, who not only surprised me at the yoga studio last night, but got me Wings & Rings for dinner, which made me cry, of course, but also made the day so much better.
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