OK, end 90s nostalgia.
Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. In the dream, my husband and I made love spontaneously, passionately, noisily, and at great length. The very next morning I tested and saw those magical two lines. Then in the dream, we started telling people about the pregnancy. No one believed us, so we started carrying around the pregnancy test to prove it. Still they scoffed: “It’s a chemical pregnancy.” “Keep testing; you’re going to lose it.” “You’re not really pregnant until 12 weeks.”
I kept testing in the dream. In the dream, I stayed pregnant.