Last night I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was a total nightmare. There was a lot to the dream, but the main point was that I was pregnant and didn’t want to be and didn’t know how I was going to handle another child and didn’t want to tell Rob, because we agreed that we weren’t ready for another kid. And then it turned into an adventure dream and, miraculously, the pregnancy didn’t matter anymore.
For the record, I don’t want to be pregnant again any time soon. Seriously, I am enjoying life with Rob and Sam and I don’t need another pregnancy or baby right now. Rob and I have agreed that we wouldn’t even consider having a baby until we feel like we want another child. I know it doesn’t always work out that way, but I think that’s a good plan to stick to for now.