I had the most baffling and the most wonderful dream last night.

Anyone who knows me well by now knows that I suffer from, quite possibly, the world’s longest and most annoying case of baby fever. This didn’t help.

I dreamt that I had a baby. But this was no ordinary dreaming of having a kid, oh no. I dreamt of the decision to start trying for one. I dreamt of the conception. I dreamt of being pregnant and going through labour and of showing everyone my new baby girl. I dreamt that I had to feed her and that my mother was giving me a hard time and telling me how to take care of her.

I wanted to stay in that dream forever.