Last night I dreamt that I am pregnant. I’m in that two-week period where it’s possible but no test would show as positive yet. I can’t imagine how people used to wonder for months on end, before pregnancy tests were accurate enough to tell at the very first missed period. Anyway, I woke up with a delightful hopefulness. I’m back to normal now, since it would suck to convince myself I am only to find out in another week and a half that I’m not.