Last week I had a scary pregnancy dream. Ever since that blessing my dreams have been centered around the things that could go wrong with this pregnancy. The worst one so far was dreaming of miscarrying the baby.
I dreamt that I started bleeding and was spending a lot of time on the toilet letting the bleeding happen and then I noticed some tissue that was different from the rest. I reached down and caught it in my hand and found a 2 in fetus where I could see the anatomy is detail. I was saddened to know that I had lost my baby but at the same time I was amazed to actually hold a baby at that stage in development.
Because my husband and I are both scientifically minded, my first thought was that he would like to preserve the body of this child the same way he had preserved the body of his pet octopus that died last year (he works in an animal behavior lab so he's got all the materials and chemicals available to him). I was okay with that. I'm also no stranger to having family member's remains in my home as I kept my brother's ashes on my bookcase for years when I was growing up, and my father's ashes are kept in my mother's home still.
The end of the dream was when I walked by my dresser and saw the little vial with my baby floating in it, and I was glad to see it there.
Aside: A baby is generally around 11 weeks when its 2 inches long. I've got 4 more weeks until I can be comforted that I won't actually experience that.