Wow, Amy...I have a very similar dream that I have frequently. I am in my car with my son and another vehical pushes into the back of my car sending me off the road and there is a cliff, my front tires go over and somehow I am stuck and cannot get out....often my legs are crushed and bloody. I look out the passanger window and there is my boyfriend with his ex almost laughing at me. I scream to him to get Isaac (my son) out. He just stands there. The car is creaking and ready to drop off the edge. I beg for help and keep telling Isaac to get out and jump out the window. Sometimes I wake up crying hysterically out loud, other times Isaac does get out and as I look at him on the drivers side and out the passenger window at my boyfriend the car drops over the edge and I will wake up in a state of panic. I hate thoes dreams.
Another one I have I am driving under the elevated train and the train falls off onto my car, when I turn around to see Isaac I see nothing but train. It cut my car in half and crushed my baby. I hate that dream too.\

Now, when I was pregnant I had a dream I had a baby boy and named him Isaac. I originally was going to name him Scott Anthony. After that dream I couldn't think of any other name but Isaac and that is what I named him. For any of you who know my back story I was real involved with drugs before my baby was born, ( I have been clean ever since...7 years this may 15th.) Anyway... I was giving him up for adoption and endend up almost dying after child birth. I was in a coma for 21 days after his birth and they thought I was going to die. My mother canceled the adoption. Right afterwards I came around like it was a miracle. My girlfriend told me the story of Isaac being Abrahams son and Abraham almost sacraficing him until the Lord stopped him.
If I would have given Isaac up, I would have been sacrificing him, but my mom thinks that God took it out of my hands because it was ment for me to be with Isaac.
That is a great story, so glad I lived it. Makes me feel good. Another reason Isaac is so special to me. Jen.

Jeez that gave me chills! When Alex was firstborn, I was only 19 and I had no idea he was going to have Down Syndrome. They told me a few minutes after his delivery and I was just crushed. Tom was of no help so basically I sat in the hospital for 2 days while Alex was in the nursery getting oxygen, freaking out. I kept thinking OMG I don't know how to take care of a "regular" child much less one with special needs. I even thought about leaving the hospital without him thinking he'd be better off with people who knew more about it.

That was until a pastor from a local church saw my name in registration (we came from and EXTREMELY small town) and came up to congradulate me on my new baby. I was getting us both ready to come home and waiting on Tom to pick up up. I was in a state of panic not knowing what to do. The past came in and asked me if anything was wrong and I just burst into tears and told him about Alex. He just smiled and put his arms around me and told me if God had enough faith in me to give me such a special child, then I should have the same faith in myself. It was like all my doubts were washed away and I knew we'd be fine somehow.

The first year with Alex was pretty tough. I was raising him mostly on my own because Tom worked 12-14 hours a day and did nothing to help out with the baby except maybe hold him for a little while so I could have a shower. Tom was in complete denial and wouldn't even admit that Alex was delayed until he was about 11 months old and still not crawling. I kept what that pastor said in my mind though and I always made it through every crisis just like I do now. I always land on my feet somehow. Sometimes I'm pretty wabbly but hey I'm still standing!!

Oh I also wanted to point out that Alex was born on Epiphony January 6th. The Catholic day of gift-giving. So I always think on his birthday that on the day of gift-giving God gave me the most precious of gifts. He not only gave me a child, He gave me a soul that would remain forever pure and innocent.

Just beautiful. See aren't you glad you got to live that story????? I enjoyed reading it. Thank you. Jen.

Yeah even 13 years later I still tear up every time I tell it. It was such a pivotal moment in my life. It was like in that moment, I became a mother. Since then everything else has paled in comparison.

Yes, I had dream of having 2 twin alien babies and then I was dreaming about my daughter's father getting into some trouble. I was just really weird because I never had dreams like this before but I got use to them .

Oh my, I totally forgot I even started this thread. I can't believe it's been two years already!

Thanks for sharing your stories everyone. Neat. I think it's normal to have nightmares in a dream when we're expecting because it confirms what our deepest fears are. I've had dreams of losing my son some place, even to this day.

I loved being pregnant. I was one of those really emotionally stable and happy people that carried that 'glow' around me. I miss it.

I, too, had dreams about my daughter, before ever even knowing she was a girl. Everyone else thought I was going to have a boy, but I KNEW it was a girl. I never even thought of boy names. The weird thing is, I had 2 dreams of Jade, my daughter, and in my dreams she looked exactly like she does. Crazy... Never doubt a woman's intuition.

Ugh I HATE being pregnant. I'm sick from day one. I get headaches for no good reason. I'm only 4'11 so there's nowhere for the baby to go but out so I'm showing big time in my fourth month. My last pregnancy was the worst because Ryan was a full pound and 2 inches longer than the first 2. Every time he moved I felt like I was getting ripped apart from the inside.

I'd have 10 kids if I didn't have to be pregnant with them.

My nan died about 2 years ago, and I dream of her visiting a lot. Bearing in mind that she lived in Wales which is about 500 miles away, visiting wasn't always easy.

The night of her funeral in Wales, my ex and myself were lying in bed, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Then I realised that both of his hands were around my waist. I believe that my nan DOES visit me through my dreams, to let me know that she's going to help me take care of this baby. She never met my nephew as he was only 4 months old when she died but my sister wakes up in the morning and asks her son who he's talking to... "lady" is the reply.

We are never totally alone and I'm comforted by that.

I BELIEVE THAT YOUR NAN IS AROUND YOU.MY DAUGHTER GIVES ME GOOD ADVICE.SHE PASSED AWAY APRIL 26,2003.I SMELL HER AND HEAR HER LAUGH.SHE IS MY LITTLE VOICE THAT GIVES ME STRENGTH.WHEN,I'M AROUND THE WRONG PERSON SHE BECOMES SO STRONG THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE.SO I BELIEVE THAT YOUR SON IS BEING WATCHED OVER.LISTEN TO HIM IF HE TELLS YOU SHE SAID,BECAUSE THAT VOICE CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE.