Last night (or early this morning) I had another pregnancy dream. Those are few and far between, unfortunately. This may sound strange (or maybe it won't....), but I love having dreams where I am pregnant. I love how they make me feel. For as long as I can remember, I have always been happy and content in my pregnancy dreams. It makes me feel really happy, a kind of happiness I don't usually feel in real life.
Think of the kind of dreams you have, that when the dream's over, you are a bit sad because you loved how it felt. And you wish it were your real life.
Sorry if this weirded you out. I just wanted to write about it......because I'm weird like that.