Last night, I dreamed that I was pregnant.
I have had this dream once before, but this was different. I was in our kitchen at home, talking to my mom. We were talking about nothing in particular. I felt my water break and realized that I was pregnant--I hadn't known before. There was some discussion about how it was that I came to be pregnant--I didn't know. I couldn't think who the father was, or even how it had happened. I remember patting my belly, which was not taut the way pregnant bellies look with their hidden-basketball roundness, but rather much the way it normally looks (soft and squishy and nondescript).
The dream did not include birth, but suddenly I was presented with a tiny baby, purple-mauve with curled arms and legs and a scrunched-up face. My whole body suffused with joy as I looked down at this infant cradled against my chest and I had the thought "skin on skin contact." I thought it was a girl but then saw that it was a boy.
Next, I was at home again, in a La-Z-Boy recliner, like the blue cloth one we had when my brother was new. My baby was fussing a little, and I held him and pushed out the recliner to tilt horizontally. A vaguely defined male was standing over us and drew a blanket over me, tucking us in, and I curled up on my side in the chair around the baby.
I woke up curled in the same position and diffusely content, though a little weirded out.