I had the dream on Friday night.
In the dream, I go to work. I cook dinner. I go to rehearsal. I teach lessons. I kiss my husband. I get stuck in traffic. I clean the bathroom. It’s really quite boring.
Except that in the dream I’m pregnant.
I’m 8 weeks in the dream. I haven’t told anyone and I don’t have any symptoms, but I know s/he is there. I have a beautiful secret and my body is taking over, helping the fetus grow without even trying. My whole body feels electric and my uterus feels bright. I already feel like a mother.
Then I wake up and it’s all a lie.
Every. Goddamn. Time.