I'm prone to having really weird pregnancy dreams once in a while. This one really scared me. I woke up crying.

I dreamt you and I were together, and I was about eight months pregnant. We were waiting to get into this extremely fancy party. There was an argument, I ran off because I was so upset at you.

I started to go into labor. It hurt so bad. And I keep remembering that I knew something was wrong. I was alone, going in labor, our baby potentially in danger.

I've never been more fucking scared from a dream. I hate my fucking pregnancy dreams.