I had the most amazing dream last night. Hubs and I had a daughter. She looked to be around three years old. She was tall and thin with blonde hair and blue eyes. I knew that she was our daughter. She had hubs' eyes and thin build and my facial features and height. She had my energy and zest for life but she was gentle and had a really high attention to detail like hubs. Hubs and our daughter were assembling a Star Wars lego set. Her name was Sylvia. We were happy. It felt so real.
I woke up in the greatest mood. Then I realized that it wasn't real. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic but it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. Of course I couldn't go back to sleep because every time I closed my eyes I saw her. It wasn't my life.
This has been one of the roughest weeks I've had in quite a while. I just want to wave the white flag and go into hibernation for a while.