This morning I woke up about 7 and took the ole BBT... rolled over and fell back to sleep. I dreamt that we were given a 1 year old boy. His name was Hudson and he had really dark hair. In my dream he fell asleep on me, and after he fell asleep Owen came up to me and laid on me too. And since dreams never make sense, we were all of a sudden at a fair like place. I lost Hudson... and I was yelling for him and running all over the place, my family was there, but they weren't helping me try to find him. Then I woke up.
This dream is really weird to me because before I had my second miscarriage, Derek and I had chosen the name Hudson for the baby if it was a boy. That baby would be just a little over a year old now had I not miscarried... this is making my mind go a little crazy.
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Oh Honey! This is terrible. Please read the book I gave to you. STAT.
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