Of course I am excited and happy for my friends. But I think my dream last night nicely illustrates my current attitude to pregnancy:
I was 12 weeks pregnant. I did not want to be pregnant. I was walking across a huge, windswept desert plain. Actually in hindsight it looked like the scene from The Master where they take turns riding the motorbike.
I saw a beautiful blanket fly past in the strong wind. I wanted to get the blanket but it got caught in a very tall tree.
At the end of my walk I arrived at a building with no windows. I was scared of the building, but I could hear my friends inside. I entered the foyer of the building, but then I got scared so I tried to leave. The door had locked behind me.
I think the subtext here is pretty clear: Having children is like living in a windowless building/prison in the middle of a desert.
Feel free to remind me of this post when I am pregnant.