I know some women say that vivid dreams are a symptom of pregnancy. I don't know if I'd really consider my dreams to be any more vivid than usual, but I've always had some really strange dreams. To the effect that Jacob describes my dreams as "crazy old Maurice" dreams. (Beauty and the Beast, anyone? Anyone?)

Here's the latest one I had:

Jacob and I were still unsuccessfully trying to have a baby, but in this dream, humans had babies by laying eggs and then sitting on them like chickens. As it turned out, whenever I sat on our eggs, the shells cracked. So we were seeing a scientist who was attempting to genetically engineer our eggs to have harder shells.

And then, when we were finally successful, my coworker (who's either in her 50s or 60s), lent me her maternity clothes because she had just had a baby a few months prior. Don't ask me why I needed maternity clothes if I was just sitting on our eggs. Or why I was sitting on the eggs, for that matter. Sometimes dreams just don't make any sense.

The end.