One of my, truly lovely pregnancy symptoms, aside from agonising spd, calf cramps and all encompassing rage at everything in the world, has been truly horrifically vivid nightmares.
I woke up screaming at 4am last night after dreaming that baby pickle was stillborn. It was absolutely all my fault; I hadn't noticed him/her kick throughout the day (nothing new there) and just assumed it was a "quiet" day. Without going into too much detail (mainly because it's still very raw), it was all my fault and everything fell apart.
Scared the living shit out of DH, who did his best to stop the hysterical crying, but I was inconsolable for a good twenty minutes. I was also clearly VERY loud as our downstairs neighbours decided that banging on the ceiling was a good way to placate me.
I am beyond mortified. They clearly think DH went on some homicidal rampage or that I
Am some over-emotional loonbag. In all fairness, the latter is true at the moment, but I just need the nightmares to stop.