I dreamed we were giving Grace up for adoption. That we’d had her for a lesbian couple we knew, and were bringing her over to them. I was sitting on their sofa, holding her and explaining cloth diaper laundry to them. And I was thinking that biologically she was ours, and wondering if I could stand to be the birth mom who changes her mind. Because I knew I couldn’t stand to give her up. And Sam was outside in Will’s arms, sobbing because he didn’t want to give her up.
I don’t think I have ever had such an awful dream.