Pregnant

Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. The silly thing was that in my dream I was as distant from menopause as I am in my waking life. Yet I felt the swell of my unborn child.

When I shared my dream with Sue this morning, we both laughed. Except that, in the minute I asked what it could mean aloud, the answer came. My book! My unborn baby is my gestating book. I can only hope that I'll be giving birth to it in nine months or less. Yippety-skippety doo-dah!