I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. (I'm not, definitely, definitely not... thankyouverymuch.) Now, this isn't the first time I've had a dream that I was pregnant, but usually those dreams are of me just finding out I was pregnant when it was completely unplanned and an ensuing freakout. I wake up in a panic, covered in sweat, until I realize it was just a dream.

This one was different. In this one, I wasn't freaking out because I had just found out I was pregnant. This time, I was about 6 months along, happily married to TS, and in line at the fake Pinkberry now located in Dupont. (I haven't actually been to this fake Pinkberry yet, but I hear it's good. I have only had Pinkberry once in my life, which is just very, very unfortunate, because I loved it so much. YUM!) Anyway, my dream was just me standing in line at Not Pinkberry, deciding that I wanted banana yogurt (which they don't even make, but whatever) with Reese's PB cups in it. I was talking to a 30-something man in front of me who was originally from somewhere in the middle of Canada (north of Minnesota, he told me, but otherwise no place I'd ever heard of) and whose wife was also pregnant and subject to the same Pinkberry cravings as me. We were standing in line, happily discussing our respective soon-to-be firstborns, and our favorite Pinkberry combinations.

It was unbelievable how realistic this dream was. It was clear to me that it took place several years in the future, but in the dream, I was just so ridiculously happy. I hope that one day that dream actually comes true. (Only maybe with a real Pinkberry and definitely several years in the future.)