First because I had no idea where the baby was, and then because I was not prepared to have a baby and then, luckily, my brain had fired enough neurons to comprehend that ohthankgoodness, I only have a dog. (A dog who may think she’s human, the evidence of which comes at 4 AM when she migrates north, puts her head on my pillow, and asks to spoon, but still a dog).
And in my dream, I was not alone. A good friend was also pregnant. And we were in church. It’s nice that my subconscious gave me company. And we both looked pretty good, so there’s that.