I had a nightmare last night. I found out I was having twin girls.
It was one of those weird sort of dreams that happens in flashes. First I was telling Sir D we were going to have twin girls.
Then I was HUGE pregnant.
Then I had these two babies in car seats I was trying to carry everywhere. Their names were Elinor and Margaret. We called them Maggie and Elly. (Too much Jane Austin perhaps?)
From there it was one scene after another of me trying to hold two cute curly haired, 6 month old fat babies on each hip and grocery shop, and teach my co op class, and school the kids, and go to church, and cook.
I woke up exhausted.
The funny thing is, where in the heck was my family? I remember the other kids in the dream but none were helping and Sir D was absent from the dream altogether except for when I told him we were going to have twins.
Perhaps I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with life right now? Sir D is working LONG hours with his new position. I didn't think I was that overwhelmed, but let me tell you, a pair of 6 month old girls, no matter how cute, would most definitely send me over the edge!
I can't tell you the relief I experienced when I woke up to my house of NO TWIN BABIES!