I had a dream this morning that I went into this “maternity room” where a bunch of other pregnant women were sitting. When I walked in, one said, “are you pregnant?” I said yes, then she said, “no you’re not!” “Yes I am, I am fifteen weeks pregnant,” I replied. “Do you want me to take a test?”

Something about not showing yet, surely.

Later on we were brought a few large submarine sandwiches. I chose egg salad and covered mine with pickles. OMG.