Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Which would have required at least thirty-five or so separate miracles occurring at the same time. But it was a dream, so let's just go with it. I was trying to figure out how to fit a baby into my current life and sitting in on a lot of meetings at some office where it seemed that I worked. Then suddenly I had all this extra skin and flab where the baby bump had been and I neatly rolled it up and tucked it into my pants and pulled my shirt down over it. Slick! Just like that I had a pre-preggo body once more. I woke up without having met my newborn child and felt just a little disappointed. Later when I checked in with the Facebook world, there was a request from Kara to list me as her mother! Sweet. Instant daughter. When I further considered that I had actually done that thing that's necessary to make a baby pretty much exactly nine months ago, it all began to make sense. This explains why I've been bloated and cranky and hormonal for so long. I have to say it was worth it.