mom?

I keep having these dreams in which I am pregnant. The night before last, I dreamt that my husband helped to seat me (because of my swollen abdomen) at the table for a family meal. Someone had poured me a glass of purple juice, referring to it as something healthy they'd read about. Will this happen in my future? Will my springy legs still take me everywhere, or will I end up driving some monster car, such as the one in the picture posted before this blog, toting my young ones hither and yon? With every passing year the prospect doesn't seem so likely. I had it all figured out, you know. The man of my dreams would swoop down [or come from the rock he'd been hiding under] and woo me in 2003. We'd marry and start a family, so that by the time my 10 year high school reunion rolled around, I'd have a wallet brimming with baby pictures. Turns out, the man who wooed me in 2003 had a completely different agenda, and good riddance to him. Que sera, sera!