So for the last three nights, I've been having these dreams. I just laid down to sleep and I had another one. They're really starting to shake me and they're all I can think about.
Tonight I saw my son at my funeral outside with my aunt crying for me. I saw this baby growing up and hating me because I wasn't there. I saw my husband moving them all back in with his parents because he couldn't afford to raise two kids on his own.
I know it's not real but I wake up crying and can't stop. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm not afraid of dying during childbirth at all, or at least I wasn't until all of this, and I just don't know what to do about it.
It's a pretty pointless post, I know, but I'm going crazy.