This has got to stop

Nightmares. Bad dreams. Bits of badly digested potato and meatballs manifested in lucid, lurid and disturbing dreams about family. Arguments. I haven't had these in a long while.
When I first moved here I had nightmare all the time. Screaming ones. Ones I'd wake up from crying and yelling until Husband held me in his arms. All of them having to do with family.
The dreams are back but this time I don't scream, yell or cry. I wake up arguing to myself.
This has got to stop. How to fix this? I'm 13 weeks pregnant and I really got my ass in gear here. I don't need or want this grief. Is it time to go See the Shrink again? I might do so...