Carrying Tin
I woke from a dream where I was eight months pregnant and my first thought in my dream, was how will we arrange Tin’s room with a sibling and then in the dream I realized I was carrying Tin, in my belly. We had just come from a doctor’s appointment in my dream and the doc said the fetus had lost three pounds.
It couldn’t have been the caesar salad I ate at dinner. Perhaps it was dining with four guys who ate like construction workers that made me dream I was pregnant with a toddler. More than likely it was a photo of Tin that disconcerted me earlier where Tin looked worried and I wanted to pick him up and carry him close.