Saturday night, I woke up terrified. I had a dream that I had Tyler on Christmas Eve and he was so tiny. They let us leave the hospital right after I gave birth and didn't show me how to breast feed. I decided to just latch him on and let him to go town. All of a sudden, he started blowing up like a balloon. Scott started screaming at me to burp him, so I flipped him over and started patting him on the back. He let out the tiniest burp and then started deflating... Then I woke up. I have no idea what this dream is to signify but I have heard of women getting very weird dreams.
I have my 27 week doctor appointment tomorrow morning. I am having my sugar test done & lets just say, I am not looking forward to this at all. I don't like being poked with needles. But I'll suck it up for Tyler. I will be in my 3rd trimester tomorrow and I can't believe how fast its going. The beginning seemed to drag but with the holidays fastly approaching, so is my due date. I'll keep you posted on how everything goes tomorrow.
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