Pregnant.

My stomach was huge; perfectly round, warm and smooth to the touch, and soft yet firm. I found myself caressing the skin around it and feeling my baby’s small stirrings beneath my fingertips. He or she must have just woken up from a little nap, making small movements and I imagine a few yawns here and there. I was happy, oh so happy.

I had to be very close to full-term. I could feel tightening in my lower abdomen, my back and hips were sore, and I was tired. Very tired. But no pain and no amount of exhaustion was going to take my happiness away. There was a developing human being inside of me. Honestly, I was in bliss. Especially knowing that shortly, that child would be in the world and snuggled in my arms.

Johnny was ecstatic, yet terribly scared all at the same time. He’d come to me, take me in his arms, and smile at me… always stopping to plant soft, gentle kisses on the swell of my stomach. The baby would happily kick back at him, acknowledging his or her daddy’s sweet love.

I woke up, though. It was all just a dream, a very nice one at that. I’m not sad that it isn’t real, because I know that now isn’t the right time for me to bring a child into this world. However, I know I have all of this to look forward to in the future. The dream set the mood for my day, and I woke up happy. Maybe, just maybe, I got a glimpse of my future.

Only time will tell.