Pretty Sure They Don’t Warn You About This in Seminary
The baby’s sleep patterns have changed since the weather turned cold, and I am getting more interruptions at night than I did three weeks ago. It has left me extra sleepy. Today she woke me in mid-dream for her early morning feeding.
I had been dreaming that I had met up with a childhood friend and we had been secretly snogging behind my husband’s back. When I woke up enough to feed the baby, I was still sleep-addled and not fully conscious, so I thought the dream was real. I spent a solid twenty minutes feeling horribly guilty and afraid that my husband would leave me once he found out. In this groggy state, I decided the thing to do was call my pastor and confess it all to him, and ask if he thought I could just privately repent and not tell my husband.*
I was just resolving to pick up the phone and dial the pastor’s number when I finally woke up completely.
So this week I am thankful for the fact that my pastor did NOT receive a bizarre, non-lucid phone call from me. And since he reads this blog, let me just add: Pastor, if you ever get that crazy phone call, maybe your first question should be, “Veronica, are you sure you’re awake?”
*This dilemma was also sleep-addled. I am utterly incapable of a(n ulcer-inducing) secret life. It’s not a matter of virtue, just native constitution. I could no more keep a secret like that from Az the Husband than I could re-wire our house.
I’ve also been feeling mighty grateful for all you folks who stop by and read my blog even during the sparse posting that has followed the birth of my baby. If you are longing for more Veronica, I’ve got a new post up at 5 Minutes for Parenting; if you’ve ever wondered about my ethnic background, this one will give you the scoop. And I forgot to link to my post last week, where I discussed the trials and tribulations of taking all four kids to the grocery store.
Leann
I have had such dreams before and it took me awhile to realize they were just dreams. By the way, I love the word snog. It’s so British.
mom.huebert
Oh, I hate that when that happens. Once, years ago, when I was first married I had two recurring dreams. One was that I had married my high school boyfriend by mistake, instead of my husband. And the other was that I’d forgotten my husband’s name. Both of them had me in a panic until I woke up all the way. (Hmm, the possible psychological implications of that have me curious now….)
JulieC
Ah yes. Been there, done that. (Except I only confessed to the Hubs–calling a pastor never crossed my mind.) May I just say that Peter Jennings was an excellent kisser. (Too much information?)
Cyndi
It’s those post-baby hormones. I know I have done that before. A few weeks ago i dreamt that someone broke into our house and I was just trying to convince them that there were no children upstair. I woke up so upset and it took a while for me to convince myself I was just dreaming.
Joy
That sounds like something I would do (in a sleep deprived state, of course!) Glad you woke up in time!
Kimberly
Omygosh. So glad that happens to someone else. Though mine seems to be mostly pregnancy induced. In fact, one of my most reliable signs that I am pregnant is the vividness of my dreams. And sometimes they are so epic that whole DAYS go by, in the dream, and so I have dreams inside of dreams. Talk about confusing.
The only saving grace is that I am now (at 7 mos pregnant) waking up every 45 minutes to pee, so I have time to process the dream before diving into another.
Kimberly
Oh, and p.s. Seeing a post from you in Reader just makes my day. Even if it is just once or twice a week.
Adventures In Babywearing
Oh gosh- I have the same thing happen where I don’t know what was real or not- and it must be that “time” because Ivy has been changing up her awesome sleeping patterns… hope it goes back!
Steph
Tonggu Momma
I don’t care how few times you post in a week, as long as you keep posting. You are one of my top five favorite bloggers. Plus, Happy Geek and I met on Toddled Dredge. Okay – that sounded VERY odd, but it’s still true.
ewe_are_here
Pregnancy dreams can be the strangest things… I’m glad you didn’t actually pick up the phone. heh heh
Courtney
I can so relate to this. I had a dream like that once an felt so guilty i finally did tell my husband who precded to laugh at me! I am too unorganized to have an affair lol. I would mistakenly call my husband or forget to do one thing instead of another.
The Diaper Diaries
My husband sometimes asks me if I am ever tempted to have an affair. One time I answered, “Are you kidding me? As if I have the energy to deal with finding and maintaining a completely secret relationship.” Somehow that wasn’t the answer he was looking for
Minnesotamom
I had to use the link because I had no clue what snogging meant. At first I thought your childhood friend to be a girl, but I certainly hope NOT–all the more surprising for Az, though…
Julie Youngblood
I totally love the word snog. If you like it too- there is an awesome book by Louise Rennison called “Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging.” You are awesome for using that word! Great post, too!
Kelly @ Love Well
I love that you lived 20 minutes in complete guilt and misery before sorting fact from fiction. Hysterical.
There’s a reason sleep deprivation is used as torture.