I dreamt that when I woke up in the morning I was bleeding as if my period had just started. I guess I forgot I was pregnant because I threw on a maxi pad and didn't think about it.
Later I was out walking with my husband and it suddenly hit me: I shouldn't have my period, I'm pregnant! I turned to my husband and said "I have to go to the hospital right now!" My husband said "Okay" in that calm tone he always has when I'm freaking out.
In front of the hospital there was some event going on. Tonnes of people were hanging out in their bathing suits having some kind of beach party or something. We were on the wrong side of the hospital to get to the emergency room and it took us forever to get all the way around the people.
When I got into emergency there were all kinds of tables laid out and people were doing crafts and fundraising for something. My brother was there and he said "Hey Jen! You're here to help with the fundraiser!"
"No!" I screamed and told him to shut up. Then I felt bad for being mean, because he didn't know and was just being nice.
Some nurse piped in and said something like "Emergency is being used for the fundraiser today, you should go to--"
"No!" I cut her off. "This is emergency and I'm having an emergency! Help me! Save my baby!" I was crying now.
Finally a young doctor came. We sat down in what looked like a large craft closet. I told him about the bleeding and he asked when my due date was. "February 5th," I said and he started counting on his fingers to finger out how far along I was. "3 months!" I told him, getting frustrated.
The doctor said "No need to worry. There's less risk of miscarriage after 3 months."
"But I'm bleeding!" I said. "I shouldn't be bleeding. Aren't you going to examine me or sew me up or something?" But you could tell the doctor considered the visit over. GAH!
I woke up terrified that I was going to miscarry, but I checked and there was no blood so I think I'm okay.