I dreampt I was pregnant, FINALLY. It was such a wonderful dream.
I dreampt that I gave birth, breech, but I just reached down, and pulled him out, smacked his tushie, and he cried, and was all fine. I nursed him in a restaurant and somewhere else, I don’t remember.
But it was such a wonderful dream. A lot of my dreams have been anxiety-ridden lately, but this one was pure bliss. I must have huge tits, however, because I couldn’t get my right boob out of my bra for a while, in my dream – it took a a while to lift the jello-like object out of the holster. I’m sure there’s a “feeling of inaequate prepardness to feed a child/freudian symbolism there” but it was just kind of funny.
As more and more people I know turn up pregnant, at least I can join them in my dreams…