Nightmares
Several of my pregnancy books listed nightmares as a third trimester symptom. They were not kidding!
I have had everything from the run of the mill - I am at work but I am late and I don't know what to teach and I can't see anything and I keep teleporting to a part of the campus far away from where I want to be - anxiety dreams that I would have before pregnancy to pregnancy-related panic dreams (I woke up at 3 Monday night CONVINCED I was in labor, and it took me a while to realize that Ian was not awake and could not have been asking over and over "But are your contractions stronger, longer, and closer together?" like he was in my dream) to freaky violent nightmares where I am powerless to stop the inhumanity of man.
(This morning I awoke to the alarm from a dream where I had a vision - that I recreated in the produce section of QFC using plain M&Ms - of a 10-year-old boy badly beaten on a beach where he and one other man were the sole survivors of a plane crash. I told authorities where to find this island, and they found the boy whose M&M portrait I had created - half his face resembled the before picture of the woman who had a face transplant. When rescued and removed from his clearly psychopathic island-mate, the only thing he said to his saviors was, "Please let me die.")
I am not sure why the body does this, but it happens frequently enough to be listed in my books!
I have had everything from the run of the mill - I am at work but I am late and I don't know what to teach and I can't see anything and I keep teleporting to a part of the campus far away from where I want to be - anxiety dreams that I would have before pregnancy to pregnancy-related panic dreams (I woke up at 3 Monday night CONVINCED I was in labor, and it took me a while to realize that Ian was not awake and could not have been asking over and over "But are your contractions stronger, longer, and closer together?" like he was in my dream) to freaky violent nightmares where I am powerless to stop the inhumanity of man.
(This morning I awoke to the alarm from a dream where I had a vision - that I recreated in the produce section of QFC using plain M&Ms - of a 10-year-old boy badly beaten on a beach where he and one other man were the sole survivors of a plane crash. I told authorities where to find this island, and they found the boy whose M&M portrait I had created - half his face resembled the before picture of the woman who had a face transplant. When rescued and removed from his clearly psychopathic island-mate, the only thing he said to his saviors was, "Please let me die.")
I am not sure why the body does this, but it happens frequently enough to be listed in my books!