The Selfish Dreamer

My dreams over the past three nights:

Friday Night
I dream I am no longer pregnant. I can lie on my stomach. This is the entire dream. There is no baby, no explanation of what might have happened to the baby, simply: I am no longer pregnant.

Saturday Night
I dream I am no longer pregnant and I have fabulous clothes.

Sunday Night
I dream I have given birth to the baby and he looks like a tiny W.C. Fields, complete with a black fedora. He gets off the delivery table and tells me he is going to get a drink at a bar. I spend the rest of the dream chasing him down the street.


Clearly the fact that I am more concerned with lying on my stomach and wearing fabulous clothes indicates that I am going to be a Very Bad Mother. Shouldn't I be dreaming about holding the baby and how cute he'll be and how he'll have that great new baby smell? As for the third dream, your guess is as a good as mine.